DANTE'S POV

I can't recall the last moment I experienced this level of anger. The type that courses through your veins like poison, blurring your sight with only the urge to murder. Antonio brought her along. And I allowed it to occur. Van speeds like a lunatic through the dim streets, holding the wheel so firmly his knuckles turn pale. Luca grumbles in the backseat, struggling to stay awake. My leg aches from the bullet wound, yet I hardly notice it. Since she has departed. And Antonio will ...