Strike Where It Hurts

Chapter 77

Dante sat in the dimly lit room, his hand tapping gently on the table, while he stared at Vance who sat directly opposite him.

“Do you like everything? I mean the work done here.”

Dante’s eyes scanned the room. He grabbed the glass cup that rested on the table his finger was constantly drumming on.

“Pass me the wine,” Dante whispered. A whisper that was enough to pass his command to the