Chapter 68
Dante’s POV
I leaned back on the couch, bones aching like I’d been dragged through hell. The day had been a shitshow. Tracking leads on that nuclear piece—dead ends everywhere. Enzo out with Nikolai chasing shadows. Me stuck coordinating from here. Calls. Maps. Threats. My head throbbed. Needed to unwind. Bad.
I texted one of the guys outside. “Send in a girl. Blonde. Curvy. Now.”
Didn’t take long. Door opened twenty minutes later. She walked in. Tall. Fake blonde hair down to her ass. Red dress tight enough to cut circulation. Lips painted cherry. Eyes hungry. Knew the drill. These girls always did.
She smiled. Slow. Walked over. Kneeled between my legs without a word. Hands on my belt. Unbuckled. Pulled my zipper down. I was already half hard just from the thought of rele
