Chapter 93
Nina’s POV
The silence in the room felt suffocating. I kept staring at the blood trail on the floor. Small red drops. Each one made my stomach twist tighter. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.
Then I heard slow, heavy boots on the stairs.
Dante came down.
His right hand was wrapped in a dirty white cloth, but blood had already soaked through. Fresh drops fell from his fingers with every step. In his other hand, he carried a thick stack of money. Neat bands of hundred-dollar bills. More cash than I had ever seen in one place.
He stopped at the bottom of the stairs. His eyes met mine. They looked tired. Hurt. Empty.
No one said a word.
Dante walked straight to me and dropped the stack on the small table beside the couch. It landed with a heavy thud. A few bills shifted loose.
