Chapter 179

When Marco reached the library, he slammed the door open with enough force to make it rattle on its hinges.

Inside, Dante stood by a long wooden table covered with weapons—rifles, pistols, and ammunition. Dressed in a fitted black shirt and worn jeans, he was busy mounting a scope on a long rifle. He barely glanced up when Marco entered.

“Your wife-to-be came to see me,” Marco growled, stepping cl