Chapter 83

It takes me two days to finalize my plan before deciding to have my long overdue talk with Dante. Even on the drive up here to the safe house, I knew this could only go one way, and that is not going to end well. And that fact weighs heavily on my shoulders.

I took Luca’s advice. I thought about it, slept on it, and weighed all of my options before deciding. And this is the best-case scenario for everyone.

It’s the first time that I’ve seen Dante since we rescued him and he looks much better. The bruises on his face are starting to fade. Gone are the dark blue and purple patches of skin, replaced with the yellowish hue of healing skin.

He’s out of the bed now, sitting on one of the stools on the kitchen counter, but instead of breakfast, there are documents spread all over the counter. Nothing has changed about him since his near-death experience. Still the hard worker. One would think that after an event like that he’d be resting, but getting beat up to within an inch of your life mu