The Dinner
Dante drove in silence through the quiet streets, his hands tight on the steering wheel. Giovanni sat in the passenger seat, looking much stronger than the last time Dante had seen him. The Marchetti heir glanced over with a faint frown.
“You’ve been quiet the whole drive,” Giovanni said. “What’s going on?”
Dante forced a small smile. “I’m alright. Just a lot on my mind with the family right now.”
“Alright, you don’t have to tell me tonight,” Giovanni said quietly. “But whatever it is.” He looked at Dante. “you will tell me right?”
Dante looked at him.
“Yes,” he said.
Tell me about them,” Giovanni asked again.
Dante looked at the road.
“The family,” Giovanni said. “Tell me what I’m walking into.”
Dante thought about the footage last night but couldn’t bring himself to
