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Chapter 37
Dante
“Drive, Luca.”
I don’t need to look at him to know he’s just as angry as I am. We failed today. Miserably. And we put Jean in danger.
“Fuck!” I yell smacking my hand against the dashboard. The pain in my palm doesn’t even do justice to what Jean went through tonight.
“Calm down, man,” Luca says. “She needs you, still.”
I send a glare in his direction. “Don’t tell me to calm the fuck down when you’re in the same state as me.” mere seconds from tearing that place b
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