Dante’s POV
The blood on my hands was already drying, but I could still feel its warmth. Enzo’s words echoed in my mind, each syllable crawling under my skin like a slow poison.
I should have seen it coming. Enzo had been challenging my decisions for weeks now, questioning every move I made, watching me with those knowing eyes. He had been testing me, pushing me toward this inevitable moment.
And I failed his test.
Because in the end, I didn’t kill him for betraying me. I didn’t kill him because he overstepped his boundaries.
I killed him because he put her in danger.
I dragged a hand down my face, exhaling slowly. The idea that Lucia could be the mole still lingered in the back of my mind like a shadow I couldn’t shake. It didn’t matter that I had just put a bullet in my most truste
