Chapter 47 (Part 3): Danté's POV Continues

"Danté?"

Three empty bottles of my favorite whiskey was gathered in a little group on a counter top in my kitchen. I had a half-full glass in my hand, which I was about to bring to my lips when I looked up at the dripping person who was going to wet all my tiles and possibly slip in the puddles that are forming beneath his feet.

"Why do you look so surprised to see me in my own home, Rider?"

Nick stared at me with a weird expression. It was something between guilt and fury - maybe even hatred. His hair was pasted on his face.

His shoes sloshed all the way to me. "I thought you'd be with Allissa."

I snorted, downing the liquid in my glass. "F*ck no. I'm done with her dumb horny ass."

"Bullsh*t," Rider spat. "You f*cking ate her f*ce like it was a buffet."

I grabbed the one bottle that still had some liquor in it, and filled my glass. My face felt warm from the alcohol in my system.