Chapter 242

Leo, Dante, and Marco sat in the living room of a private resort Rose had booked—a quiet place with a stone fireplace and wide windows facing the beach. The air smelled of whiskey. They slouched on leather couches, drinks in hand, the bottle already half-empty on the table.

Dante leaned forward, gripping his glass, eyes locked on Leo. “You turned on us.”

Leo glanced at Marco. “You didn’t tell him?