Dante sat behind a long desk, his fingers folded, face unreadable. A low jazz music played in the background, filling the silence with soft sounds. His patience was getting closer to the edge. He'd been waiting.
The door creaked open. Two of his men stepped in cautiously, their expressions tense, knowing the weight of yesterday's failure still played in Dante's mind like a sad movie.
“Well?” Dante asked, his voice a quiet threat.
One of them cleared his throat. “We tracked her... since the incident at the park.”
Dante raised an eyebrow.
“She’s been at Thane’s house. Since last night. They left after making sure she was fine at the hospital.”
Silence fell again, cold and dense.
Dante leaned back in his chair, a slow, mocking smile creeping onto his face. “So... my little warning push
