ELENA’S POV

The smell of blood lingered in the atmosphere like a specter. Elena hid in the darkness outside Antonio’s estate, observing as his men rushed to and fro, getting ready for what was to come. Dante was going to arrive. He consistently did. And Antonio was prepared for battle. However, this was not the game for Antonio to win. She tightened her grip on the knife's handle, the icy metal anchoring her. She had invested too much time in playing both angles, supplying Antonio just ...