Chapter 29

• Dante
• The air reeked of blood and gasoline. We poured gasoline on the floor, to quench the smell of blood. The docks were quiet now, only the sounds of the occasional waves lapping against the wooden planks breaking the silence. My men had done what needed to be done, Marco’s shipment was ours now, and he’d be forced to take the loss. But that wasn’t what had my mind tangled in knots.
• Nico stood beside me, flipping through the files we’d pulled from one of the crates. It was mostly standard transaction logs, inventory sheets, coded messages that we’d decipher later. But then Nico’s expression shifted.