Chapter Fifteen
Dante’s POV
The gunshots still echoed in my ears as I stood over the spy’s corpse.
Six bullets. I’d put six bullets in him. Two in the chest. One in the throat. Three in the head. Overkill, maybe. But the bastard had shot Nina.
My Nina.
No. Not mine. The asset. The collateral. The girl we were being paid to protect.
Except she was bleeding out on the stone floor while Nikolai pressed his hands against her arm, his face white as death, and I couldn’t make myself think of her as just an asset anymore.
“Boss.” One of my men approached carefully. Marco. Good soldier. Knew when to speak and when to shut up.
“Take his DNA,” I said, my voice flat. Cold. The voice I used when I was three seconds from losing control. “Search the body. Every pocket, every seam, every hidden c
