Dante's POV
"What do you mean, a situation?" I asked through gritted teeth. I was ready to punch Luca in the face if his idea of a "situation" wasn't a good enough reason to interrupt me and Aria.
"It's bad," he said, and I sighed, standing up and following him into the kitchen.
"Just tell me. What happened?"
"A Valenti captain was found dead. On our territory."
"What?"
"I just got the call now. Ajax and some soldiers were going on patrol and they saw him. Two bullets to the chest, right up Fifth Avenue."
I cursed under my breath as I tried to process the news. A soldier found dead on our territory was not good news, especially not after the attack.
The truce had been shaky—from the pictures of me entering Marco's estate, to the rerouted goods, to the attack—and now a dead soldier?
