Dante's POV
"This is a trap, you know that, right?" Luca asked from the back seat, where he sat with a pout on his face and his arms crossed.
"I told you we shouldn't have brought him," I told Gianna, who sat in the driver's seat, an annoyed look on her face.
"Then why am I here?"
"Because she wouldn't let us do this without you—"
"He's here because you can barely aim a gun," Gianna corrected, and I frowned. "I can, in fact, aim a gun," I argued.
I just had to hold my breath first and ignore the aching I would feel from my neck to the upper region of my stomach. Apart from that, I could aim a gun perfectly well.
Luca snorted. "Sure you can," he mumbled under his breath.
"Why don't you say that loud enough so I can actually hear you?" I challenged, turning back despite the pain to l
