Chapter 7 - The Hunt
Dante didn't bother changing his coffee-stained shirt. He walked straight out the heavy mahogany front doors of the mansion and climbed into the back of a waiting black SUV.
"Find Marcus," Dante ordered his driver.
It didn't take long. Marcus was exactly the kind of arrogant, sloppy thug who didn't know how to hide. Within an hour, Dante’s men located him sitting in the back room of a dingy, illegal underground casino on the edges of Valente territory. He was drinking cheap whiskey, bragging to his friends about the massive payday he was expecting from his ex-girlfriend tonight.
The heavy metal door of the back room suddenly burst open.
Marcus jumped up from the poker table, reaching for the gun tucked into his waistband. But he froze completely when he saw who had just walked into the room.
Dante stepped through the doorway, flanked by four massive, heavily armed enforcers. Dante’s neck tattoos stood out starkly against his white collar. He looked entirely calm, which only made his presence infinitely more terrifying.
"Dante?" Marcus stammered, his face violently losing all of its color. He slowly raised his hands, stepping away from the poker table. "Hey, man. I don't want any trouble. This is Valente territory."
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"I'm not here for territory," Dante said, his voice deadly quiet in the smoky room.
👉 What terrifying ultimatum is Dante about to hand the abusive thug?
