CHAPTER 52 – Dante Attacked
Dante stepped out of CargoSalinas into a wind so cold it felt like knives. The warehouse behind him stood silent under the haze of distant city glow. It was past two a.m. The hour when the city held its breath — the hour when monsters moved unseen. He slid his knife into the inside pocket of his jacket. He should have felt tired. But he was wired, skin prickling like his body knew something his brain hadn’t caught up to yet. The city felt too quiet. Like the second before a gunshot. He climbed into his black SUV and pulled out of the lot. His fingers drummed on the wheel as he drove, streets flashing by in blurry ribbons of neon and shadow. His mind tried to drift to Lia — the way she’d melted into his arms, how her lips had tasted. He shoved the thought away. His life had dark shad
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