Dante's POV
My father came to see me in my home. And it wasn't because he wanted to check up on me or find out how I was doing, it was because he wanted to yell at me.
Even worse? He came with Salvatore.
Who looked extremely disappointed.
"I know what you're going to say, I screwed up again, I messed up, I'm a disappointment and a failure—" I began to speak, but he cut me off.
"No, I came here to say that it's enough." He told me. His hands were in his pockets casually as he stared down at me from where I sat on the sofa.
He had refused to take a seat. Salvatore, on the other hand, made himself extremely comfortable.
I was seated on one of the sofas. My body was still bandaged, so my movement was limited, and I couldn't properly wear a shirt, so I decided to go without one.
Salvato
