Chapter 13

• Dante adjusted the cuffs of his black dress shirt as he stepped out of the underground ring, the distant roars of an ongoing fight still echoing behind him. The metallic scent of blood lingered in the air, but his mind had already shifted elsewhere.
• Adriano, standing a few feet away, gave him a questioning look. "Everything good?"
• "I'll be right back," Dante muttered, running a hand through his slightly damp hair before heading toward the club’s main floor.