The men, all ten of them are shaking.
One takes a step back like he’s hoping Dante won’t notice him. Another swallows so hard I can f*****g hear it. Nobody moves. Nobody breathes.
Dante doesn’t say a damn word. He just stands there, staring like a f*****g demon that crawled straight out of hell. His gaze lands on me first, then shifts to Carlos.
Carlos lets out the weakest little whimper I’ve ever heard.
Dante tilts his head slowly. "Who," he drawls dangerously, "the f**k tied her up?”
Carlos looks like he’s about to piss himself.
The masked men? Dumbasses. Instead of answering, they f*****g charge at Dante.
Big mistake.
Before they can even reach him, he’s already there.
Dante grabs one by the throat and rips his f*****g head clean off. Blood sprays everywhere. The body collapses
