Dante’s pov

The gunfire broke the silence of the night. I inhaled sharply, my heart gripping as I observed in fear. Antonio stumbled backward, gripping his shoulder, his grin erased by a winced grimace. Yet he continued to grasp Luca. Dante shot again. Antonio turned, employing my son as a barrier. My cry got stuck in my throat as Luca wept, his small fingers gripping Antonio's arm. “Set him down!” I wept, lifting my firearm with tremulous hands. Antonio's laugh was sinister, ...