Dante's POV
The road stretched endlessly in front of me, I couldn’t remember the last turn I had taken or how fast I was going. My hands were on the wheel, but my mind was still trapped in courtrooms and crime scene photos, in whispered testimonies and the single name that refused to leave my head, Nicho.
My phone rang distracting me from my thoughts . My heart jerked hard against my ribs before I even saw the name. It was Clarissa.
“Maybe she was calling to apologize.” I thought.
A cold feeling flooded my chest as I answered. “Clarissa?”
“Dante,” she said, and I knew before she even finished that something was wrong. Her voice trembled like glass on the edge of breaking. “It’s Reed’s wife. She was in an accident.”
For a second, I couldn’t breathe. “What?” My grip tightened on the
