Chapter 129

Jean

Though I’m still very much shaken and disoriented from the ordeal with Serafino Regis, I wanted to see for myself what has been happening.

Dante told me that I had been gone for three days. It felt like years to me, but more than anything, it scares me that I don’t know everything that went on in that room, high on God-knows-what, and at the mercy of the man who claimed he wanted to skin me alive.

“Did the plan go without a hitch?” I ask through a nearly full mouth of fried chicken. In my defense, Dante did promise to grant me any wish, and I just so happen to crave fried chicken after I narrowly escaped death.

Dante joins me on the couch placing the glass of water I requested on the center table. I mutter a small thank you without taking my eyes off the television where a replay of last night’s news plays at my request.

“No, not perfectly. But eventually, Serafino and nearly three hundred of his men are to be put to trial.” Dante sits close to me, yet I don’t feel suffocated, in