Dante

I sat in the back of my black SUV, parked on a busy city street, with my men stationed around the vehicle. The engine hummed softly, and the tinted windows kept prying eyes out. I’d chosen this spot myself—a crowded market where no one would notice us, but I could see everything.

My aura filled the car, cold and commanding, my presence enough to make my guards stand straighter. Nico sat beside me, his gun ready, while two more men stood outside, scanning the crowd. The attack ...