Chapter 33: Darkness of Hope

*Dante*

"I’m pretty sure that is Remy Sanchez,” Jamil said. “Mid-level bookie and runner, gotta rep for being a crazy motherfucker. If he's involved, this shit ain't no small-time grab, boss. Deep pockets got him over here. Most likely he hired the other two."

Caleb's expression turned deadly at Sanchez, his jaw working as he digested this new intel. I could practically see the gears turning behind his shrewd gaze as he calculated our next move.

"Aight," he said finally, his voice a low growl. "First things first, we pay this Sanchez prick a visit. Have ourselves a little chat about just what the fuck he thinks he's doin' snatchin' girls off my turf."

He turned to me then, his eyes hard as flint. "But before we bounce, Dante, there's one more thing we need to get straight between us."

I tensed, bracing for whatever fresh demand or ultimatum he was about to drop. But Caleb's next words caught me completely off guard.