Dante POV
We start again. This time, it’s more brutal, more savage. Callum and I take turns breaking him down, each hit, each twist of the knife, drawing more from him. We don’t stop until Justin is a broken, bloodied mess, barely clinging to life.
Finally, there’s nothing left. He’s told us everything—about Brian, about the women, about Luna. And when I’m sure, when I know there’s no more lies, I step forward one last time.
I grab Justin by the hair, yanking his head back. His eyes are glassy, his body limp, but there’s still a flicker of fear in his gaze. He knows this is it.
“You should have stayed loyal, Justin,” I say softly, my voice like ice. “You should have known what would happen if you crossed me. So much for f*****g friends.”
His lips move, but no sound comes out. It doesn
