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DANTE's POV I walked out of the room and headed straight for the bar because I suddenly needed a damn drink and I had to place a phone call to Marco. I needed to know what had happened with the guys and if he had been able to get any information out of them. I would have gone there myself to torture the truth out of them with pleasure but I had to be here with Francesca because torturing her seemed more fun to me. “What have they said?” I queried immediately he picked up the phone. “They were sent by Domenico Guerra and the plan was to kill you” Marco explained. I let out a bark of laughter at this; the bastard must think that because he got to my father and brother then we were all easy meat to pick off except… “This is not just Domenico’s doing; someone in our clan is feeding them