INTERCUT: DANTE - Day Three
The meeting started at 2 PM.
Dante sat at the head of the table. His lieutenants on one side. Isabella's on the other.
Reports. Updates. Problems that needed solving.
Dante tried to focus. To listen. To make decisions.
But his mind kept drifting.
To Novalee. To what Isabella was doing to her. To whether she was still gone or coming back.
To whether she'd ever look at him again with anything but emptiness.
"—and the shipment was intercepted," one of Isabella's men was saying. "We lost two million in product. The Volkov family is claiming our territory near the docks—"
"Handle it," Dante said. Not looking up.
"How should we—"
"I don't care how. Just handle it." Dante lit a cigarette. Cherry. The smoke filled the room.
The men exchanged glances.
"Boss,
