Chapter 137
- Dante’s POV
- The leather of Fabio’s chair was a constant, irritating reminder of the man who should be sitting in it. My brother, with his taste for comfort and his weakness for sentiment. I stared at the untouched tumbler of whiskey on his desk. He would have drained it, raging at the world.
- I, on the other hand, needed a clear head. Rage is a fire that consumes; cold purpose is a blade that cuts.