S A I N T
Everyone knows what happens within the first twenty-four hours of a disappearance in the mafia. Time was ticking and if I wanted Giovanni back, I needed to squeeze out as much information as I could from Dante in as little time as possible.
Taking a few steps toward Dante, my gaze was hard. Deep down I knew he was nothing but a weak boy, always ready to do what his father asked. It was the only reason Tino would never turn his estate over to his only son. For as long as Tino was alive, Dante could only accept the large allowance his father paid him every month. Dante could try and try and try and try, but no matter what he does, Tino would never look at him as anything but a burden.
I glanced over at little red. She softly placed her fork down on her plate, her eyes never lea
