DANTE’S POV
I didn’t like Alessandro’s apartment.
It was too quiet, it felt unsafe to me.
I stood near the window,at the back of the room, eyes on the street below even though we were several floors up and the glass was bullet proof. Old habits. I saw movement behind me, Elena shifting on the couch, Luca sitting cross-legged on the rug playing with one of the bottled waters Giovanni had handed him.
He was calmer now.
That was the most important thing.
Everything else came second.
Alessandro’s words still echoed in the room.
We plan together.
Men like him didn’t plan together unless they needed something.
Men like him always needed something.
I turned slowly, letting my gaze sweep the apartment again. From the entry points, down to all the hidden corners. The hallway leading deep
