Chapter 182 The Execution
- "Where the fuck is your father?!" I snarled, my voice echoing throughout the hall.
- Dante flinched like I’d slapped him. We stood just outside the blood-soaked hospital, my fists clenched so tight the skin split across my knuckles. Blood ran down my hands, hot and furious. I didn’t even feel it.
- “I—I don’t know,” Dante stammered, eyes wide. “I swear, I don’t—”