I yanked my hand away, but he gripped it tightly. I stared at him calmly, coldly. "He's gone. Why would I keep this? I'm leaving."
His eyes widened. "You're what?"
"Let me go," I said firmly.
His expression twisted. "Did my father tell you to leave?"
I tried pulling my hand again, but he held tighter, jaw clenched. "Answer me. Did my father ask you to go?"
"You're hurting me, Damiano!" I snapped.
He immediately let go, staring at the red mark on my wrist.
"You're not leaving, Serafina," he said, low and hard. "You're still part of this family, even if Dante is dead. I have no plans to take the Boss's seat."
I clutched my wrist, shocked. He should be glad I was leaving. He could finally be with Elena without hiding. What did he care?
"So… you don't want me to leave?" I asked, looking straight into his eyes.
He didn't answer. Just stared at me with an emotion I couldn't read. His right hand hung at his side, and I noticed the signet ring on his finger, perfectly still.
I looked away, my tears falling again.
"Serafina—" he started, but his voice was cut off by someone behind us.
Elena.