Leone
My hands curl into fists. “What did Mikhail promise you?”
Dante takes another long drag, savoring the moment. Savoring my pain.” The city.” He says it simply, like announcing he’s won a hand of poker. “Your territory. Your business. Everything our father gave to you instead of me.”
I can’t help it. The laughter bubbles up from deep in my chest, raw and genuine. I throw my head back, letting it echo across the empty docks. When I look at Dante again, his smirk has faltered.
“You’re a fool,” I tell him, wiping at the corner of my eye. “He’s going to kill you, and you’ve walked right into his trap.”
“No, brother. You’ve got it all wrong.” He flicks his cigarette, and the ember arcs through the darkness before disappearing. “This isn’t about territory or money. It’s about revenge—fo
