Dante’s POV
“Of course he wants to call a meeting! Why wouldn’t he want to call a meeting? One of his men is dead!” I yelled.
“Because you shot him!” My dad yelled back at me.
“And that’s supposed to be my fault? Gianna was in that car too, you know? Are you even thinking of what would have happened if I didn’t… if I didn’t step up?”
“Exactly.” He dropped his glass on the table and walked around to stand in front of me. He placed his hand on my shoulder and made me look at him. “You stepped up, but you did it in the most stupid way possible. You had a casualty.”
“Did you plan this?” I asked the question I had been holding in since the minute I walked into his office. “Did you reroute their weapons and put my life and the truce in danger?”
“I did not put your life in danger. They woul
