DANTE
I wasn’t a patient man, and even more impatient when I wanted to spill blood. I wouldn’t let Viktor slip through my fingers. I couldn’t.
“Fuck.”
I really didn’t want to ruin this evening with Serena, but I didn’t have an option. Viktor was going to die for f*****g with what was mine.
“I’ll be ready, good work.” “Of course, sir.” Enzo nods.
Dismissing him, I took a moment to gather my own thoughts while leaning against the railing. Killing Viktor may cause problems, but it was going to prove a point as well. Word would spread through the mob families that I had killed someone for touching what was mine.
It would bring good and bad with it. Some would fear me further, and others would see Serena as my one true weakness. On top of that, I’m not sure how Viktor is with his father,
