35. Dante

Chapter 35

Dante

T he more of Giotto’s report I listened to the angrier I became.

As I punched the bag over and over again, each hit getting more and more vicious, his speech faltered and eventually slowed. I stopped and turned to face him, sweat dripping down my body.

The scowl on my face was more than enough to relay my annoyance. “The fuckers really didn’t even take her out of state?”

He shook his head.

“If we managed to follow them so easily Ugo would have as well.”

I thought of the warm hazel eyes of the most obstinate, contrary person I had ever met. Her mulishness had landed her in the middle of nowhere with no friends or family to communicate with.

I could picture just how horrible that would be for her, but I couldn’t do anything about it except watch from afar. She had made the choice, she believed, was best for her. At first, I was so frustrated and furious I wanted to forcibly lock her up somewhere safe, but now I understood better. Given my relationship with her father, coming to me for refuge, I understood now, it was too difficult for her to do. Perhaps all would be fine. I would take out Ugo before she came to any harm.

I grabbed a towel, wiped the sweat off my face and rose to my feet.

I turned to Giotto. “Make sure her agents don’t catch you guys lurking around. If they think you’re Ugo’s you know how deadly that will turn out.”

“Yes, Boss.”