Dante was covered in blood by the time he was done unleashing his rage on Mark's dead body.

"Fuck." he cursed, dropping the knife to the floor. He couldn't go home covered in so much blood. He had to take a good bath and dress up in a new set of clothes.

Tasha was still on the floor, crying over the death of her brother and shaking in the horror of how many times his body had been stabbed.

With a groan, Dante stopped in front of her, dropping to a crouched position. His ...