Dante pushed his dark hair back like we were about to walk into a photo op instead of a heist and I rolled my eyes at him. “So vain, cugino,” I teased. “You’re worse than a girl.” “When my wife finds out where I went tonight, I’ll need to win her forgiveness,” he said with a shrug. “It won’t hurt to look my best while I’m grovelling at her feet.” I snorted a laugh. “Will the great leader of the Oscura Clan be in the dog house tonight then?” “Only because I didn’t invite her along,” he teased and knowing what I did about his wife, I had to agree with that assessment.
