Note: This chapter contains violent scenes which might not be too pleasant to imagine.

Dante gritted his teeth, trying to keep his rage in check. It was taking him everything in him not to shoot Mark dead right now.

The slimy bastard had played him and had even hesitated to open the safe, convincing Dante fully that the necklace was in the safe.

"You fucker!" Dante rushed to him and punched his face.

A groan left Mark's throat as his head fell back to the ...