INTERCUT: DANTE - Day Eleven
The warehouse was a bloodbath.
Three of his men. Executed.
Shot in the head. Bodies left for the others to see.
Their crime? Talking about leaving. About finding a better boss.
Dante stood over the bodies. Gun still smoking.
His remaining men watched. Terrified. Silent.
"Anyone else want to leave?" Dante asked. Voice cold. Dead.
No one spoke.
"Good." Dante holstered his gun. "Get back to work. And remember—I own you. All of you. Until I say otherwise."
They scattered. Terrified. Obedient.
Dante left. Got in his car. Drove.
He'd just killed three of his own men. For the crime of questioning him.
He was out of control. Completely.
His empire was falling apart. Men defecting. Territories lost. Money hemorrhaging.
And he didn't care.
All he cared ab
