Dante's POV
He sat in his study, somewhere deep within the mansion. Dante had been staring at the screen before him for over an hour, cycling through the photos Clarissa had sent. Each image cut deeper than the last, her swollen cheek, the faint purple ring around her eye. He hadn’t realized he was gripping the armrest until his knuckles went white.
The last time he’d seen her, she was radiant and too full of life to be swallowed by someone like Nicho. The thought of that man abusing her the whole time boiled something dark within him. He leaned back, exhaling slowly, but it did nothing to cool the anger.
A message notification blinked on the corner of his screen. It was Reed.
“Mr. Carter,” the text began, formal as always. Even his subordinates who had worked with him for years dared
