Chapter 60 Dirge Of A Monster

• DANTE
• The desk lamp flickered in the low light, shadows deepening around me as I took a slow sip of whiskey. My mind didn’t just drift to the years I’d spent hunting Marcos. It pulled me back further, to the day my father taught me what it meant to be ruthless.
• I’d been sixteen, old enough to understand, when my father captured the men who butchered my mother. It was our first lesson together. Hands-on retribution. A memory etched into me with blood and screams.