Chapter 4 - The Titan Stands
The silence stretched into a suffocating eternity. Maya's breath hitched in her throat as she looked at the devastatingly handsome Italian-American billionaire.
Dante slowly pushes back his chair and stands.
The sheer physical presence of the man was overwhelming. His enormous muscular frame towers over the table, blocking out the bright amber cinematic lighting of the crystal chandeliers. His midnight-black Italian three-piece suit shifted perfectly over his powerful chest, and the subtle black tattoos at his collarbone seemed to pulse with a dark, lethal energy.
He walks directly toward Maya.
He moved with the terrifying, slow-motion grace of an apex predator. There was no anger in his steps, but the absolute intensity radiating from his piercing pale-gray eyes was enough to make the strongest men in the city drop to their knees.
Maya nervously begins rising beside Sophia. Her legs trembled underneath her tailored black skirt. She clutched her emerald apron, her delicate feminine features pale with sudden panic.
Tony watches from the kitchen doorway, his protective instincts flaring for the fragile waitress, but he was entirely too cautious around the mafia billionaire to intervene just yet.
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Dante never takes his eyes off Maya. He didn't look at his guards. He didn't look at the shocked wealthy guests. He locked onto the enormous hazel eyes of the woman who had just brought his daughter back to life.
👉 Maya was preparing to beg for her job, but the little girl in the blue velvet dress had other plans.
