DANTE's POV
I got to the club with Marco waiting outside for me. He had an apron on which was more red than its usual white.
“You look like you have had all the fun” I exclaimed as I climbed out of the car
“You arrived too late to the party” He grinned, walking behind me as we entered the club.
I knew exactly where the men were holed up; behind the bar was a room which I had made there for special purposes just like this.
It was for men who came to my club and think they can interrupt business. They usually never got out alive or with all of their body parts.
I could see the man who wanted to make a confession strung up with chains at the far end of the room. His breathing was labored and he was a bloodied mess; I smiled at this.
“You wanted to see me?” I questioned, spreading my ar
