Dante’s POV
I walk out of her room more distorted than I was going in. My mind keeps flashing back to Lena,
“I’ll do it again a million times if it means you won’t get hurt”
If only she understood the gravity of what she just said. Every time I see her in pain, something in me shifts. I’m not just watching her bleed. I’m dying with her.
I spot Ricardo sitting in the waiting area. He stands the second he sees me.
“I’m leaving,” I tell him. “Don’t leave her door, I don’t care if you have to piss, eat, or do whatever the f**k. Do you understand?”
He nods. “Yes, boss.”
I don’t wait for anything else as I head towards the entrance.
I pull out my phone.
No new updates from my men.
They must have everything under control.
I waste no time getting into the car.
The drive to the est
