CHAPTER 53 - Hideout Part 1
Dante’s tires hissed over the wet pavement as he pulled into the driveway of a safehouse his crew kept for moments like this. A low stucco place, painted a dusty pale gray, tucked behind an iron gate. No Christmas lights, no lawn ornaments, no sign that anyone actually lived there. He pulled into the garage and killed the headlights. He sat there in the dark, gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles ached. His side throbbed where the bullet had punched through him hours ago. He felt every heartbeat in the wound, hot and wet under his jacket. He waited until the garage door completely closed before popping the door open and stepping out, the night air cool against his sweat-slicked skin. He unlocked the door leading into the house and slipped inside. The house was silent. He flicked
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