DANTE’S POV

Luca's blood marks my hands. His breaths are uneven, each inhalation acute and painful. He hardly reached the safe house before falling, his body succumbing to the injuries scattered across his skin.

Van is already applying a towel to his side, attempting to stop the bleeding, but I understand what this is. A note. Antonio is no longer in hiding. He desires conflict. And he has just committed the greatest error of his life. Lia kneels next to Luca, her hands trembling as she ...