DANTE's POV
My father took a seat in the center of the dungeons and stared at Domenico who stared back in defiance. I could finally see the most feared man that he had always been proclaimed to be. He looked almost feral as he returned my father’s stare.
He looked exactly like his daughter, I mused .
The daring eyes and the rigid shoulders which indicated the highest level of pride. I suddenly knew where she had gotten her attitude from; she was her father’s daughter through and through
“Domenico” My father began, clearing his throat.
“The bullet was meant for you, Roberto and as much as I am sorry for the loss of your son. I will not apologize for putting one of your kind out of this world”
The man then turned to me, his eyes hardening
“You” He sputtered, s……
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