Dante Is Forced to Choose a Side

Dante Russo had spent his entire life in the shadow of his father’s empire. He had done what was expected of him—enforced Matteo’s will, silenced enemies, expanded their reach. But tonight, as he sat in the back of a sleek black car outside an abandoned warehouse on the Brooklyn waterfront, he felt something unfamiliar.

Doubt.

The text from Sophia had come unexpectedly. A private meeting. No Matteo. No intermediaries. Just him, Andrew, and Evelyn Remington.

Dante drummed his fingers against the leather seat, weighing his options. Matteo wanted Andrew gone. And Sophia? She had chosen the wrong side.

But the problem was—Dante wasn’t sure which side was the right one anymore.

A knock on the car window pulled him from his thoughts. One of his men, Luca, leaned in. “They’re inside.”

Dante nodded. “Stay here. If anything goes south, you know what to do.”

Luca hesitated. “You sure about this?”

No. But he wasn’t about to admit that.