Chapter 148

As if feeling his frustration, Dante massages Ryan’s shoulders and whispers, “It’s okay. Just ignore him.”

Only it’s notokay, and Ryan fights against every instinct that wants to pull him to his feet just to show Dietrich how terrified he should be.

* * * *

“I’m going to hurt him,” Ryan says for the hundredth time since they got on the shuttle. His hands are still fisted on his thighs and he stares out the window at the desolate gray streets of early morning Atlantic City.

“I know,” Dante replies. He pats Ryan’s knee quickly and pulls his hand away.

A few minutes later, when Ryan can’t stand the anger swirling around inside, he mutters again, “I’m gonna hurt him.”

Dante’s hand finds his knee again. “I know, baby,” he murmurs. “I know.”

He’s reaching a boiling point, dwelling on this, but he can’t get that damn smirk out of his head. “Where the fuck—” Ryan starts.