Dante
With the time difference between Kansas City and San Diego and a three-hour flight, my plane landed only a little over an hour after I took off. It was just past seven in the evening. The autumn sky was still blue with the beginning crimson hues that came along the horizon with the setting of the sun.
If I was going to succeed in my fight to get Camila, I needed an alliance of my own.
Securing a rental car, I made my way through the increasingly familiar streets to my sister and brother-in-law's house, calling her on the way to be sure she was home. Silas, the head of her security, opened the gate. After I parked, he met me at the door.
“Mr. Luciano."
“Silas, good to see you again. I hope my sister is available."
“Sí." He motioned toward the living room. “Come in."
“Dante,"
