As we arrived at our destination, one of the welcome guards opened the car door for Dante. Then, he came to my side, but Dante waved him off, indicating he'd open the door for me himself. I was taken aback until he smiled flirtatiously and opened the door.
The people at the entrance bowed their heads in respect, which I found overwhelming. As the leader of the triad, I usually avoided meetings and events to maintain a low profile. Having people bow to me was unsettling, like a form of subjugation.
Dante seemed to sense my unease and grasped my hand, rubbing my palm with his thumb to calm me down. "You'll be fine, trust me. Just hold onto me."
As we inspected the premises, I began to question my decision to come with Dante. We checked the rooms, which were lavish and well-appointed. The gym was our next stop, where Dante fired three staff members for being unprofessional. Next, he terminated the gardener, claiming the grass was too long.
I was starting to feel uneasy about Dante's strictness. We proceeded to the movie room, where he continued his firing spree. Our final stop was the restaurant, where we inspected the kitchen. The chefs were well-prepared and courteous, but Dante still managed to find fault.
One of the chefs wasn't wearing a mouth cover, and his apron was stained. Dante promptly fired him, leaving the rest of the staff in shock. I was exhausted from watching him fire person after person.
After the commotion, we sat down to eat. Dante continued to criticize the food, saying it was salty and the fish was undercooked. I intervened, defending the chef and pointing out that the fish was tender and convenient to eat.
Dante reluctantly backed down, but not before making a comment about only keeping the chef because I had complimented his dish. After the chef left, I turned to Dante, frowning.
"Why have you been firing virtually almost everyone?" I asked.
"Because they deserve it," Dante replied nonchalantly.
I pressed him for explanations, and he provided reasons for each termination. However, when I asked about the gardener, Dante's response caught me off guard.
"He was looking at you with lustful eyes,and only I can look at you that way...no other"he snarled in a hoarse voice.
"but you were the one who made me dress so sexy" I said deadpanned.
"I made you dress like that for ME not for some low class imbecile to lust over you but since it costed that moron looking at you,I'm not allowing you to dress like that unless it just us.only I can look at you with lustful eye..I don't appreciate people looking at what's mine" Dante said, his voice low and possessive
The conversation left me feeling uneasy, and I asked if we could leave. Dante agreed, calling me "mi amor" as he helped me up from my seat.