Chapter 154:

Dante’s POV:

Donato’s last words echoed in my ears: “East Harbor. That’s where he was headed—-” He didn't even get to finish his words. The call was cut and I watched as his car swerved and reversed from the rear view mirror.

I slammed the car into a higher gear, the engine roaring in protest as the speedometer needle climbed. The past half-hour had been a blur of chaos.

A group of Fath—Victor’