Chapter 118

Dante realized he might have just carved his own grave. He felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. His heart was racing as he braced himself for his father’s words.

A deep, disappointed sigh echoed through the phone, heavy and filled with frustration. “You had the easiest task, son.”

Dante gripped the phone tighter; his throat suddenly parched. “I know, Father.”

“I know how much you enjoye