Chapter 14

• Dante stood in the vast shooting range of his estate, gripping the custom-made Beretta in his hand. The morning air was crisp, carrying the lingering scent of gunpowder as he reloaded the clip with mechanical precision. The weight of the gun was familiar, almost comforting. His eyes narrowed as he steadied his aim, locking onto the distant target before pulling the trigger.
• Bang!
• The bullet tore through the air, hitting the bullseye with deadly accuracy. Another shot. Then another. Each squeeze of the trigger sent a rush of adrenaline through his veins, but it wasn’t enough to silence the ghosts in his mind.