Chapter Seventy

She snarled back at him unafraid and furious at the accusation on her dead mother's behalf and the man dared to laugh, ‘Oh yes, look at that fire, you are her daughter, you have her temper to match all that beautiful hair.’ She cried out in shock when he wrapped her red/gold locks around his fist and tugged her head back sharply, ‘Where did you hide little Maldini? Who protected you? How on earth did Dante find you and claim you?’ She stared into cold grey eyes and defiantly remained silent his eyes flashed and he leaned closer, ‘No matter, your Master, Don Dante will pay a pretty penny to have your ‘safe’ return, no doubt.’ He turned to his guards,