FAZER LOGIN"You didn't know.""I knew something was wrong. For a long time I knew, and I never asked." He pressed his palms against his eyes. "I told myself it wasn't mine to ask."Eve put her hand over his wrist and gently drew it away from his face. His eyes were red-rimmed and dry."That's not the same as knowing," she said."It isn't enough.""I didn't say it was enough. I said it wasn't the same." She held his gaze. "What else?"He hesitated, and she saw him decide."There is an antidote," he said.Eve's breath caught."Prometheus has a counter-compound. It was made alongside the first, in case it ever had to be reversed. It would bring her off the dependence in days instead of weeks." Dimitri's voice was very even. "He's had it since the beginning.""Then he can give it to her.""He can.""Will he?""Not for nothing." He stared at the lamp. "He wants Dante kept away from the laboratory. He wants him told that the trail is dead, and he wants him to believe it. If I do that, he gives me the
Dimitri felt something cold and slow settle in his chest."You're bargaining with her life.""I'm bargaining with mine. And yours.""She is sick, Father. She'll be sick for weeks under a taper.""Then she will be sick for weeks. She will live. You have seen to that." Antonio shrugged very slightly. "I am not asking you to let her die. I am asking you to stay quiet.""And if I refuse?""Then I keep what I have. And Dante keeps looking."Dimitri said nothing. He stood very still, his hands at his sides, and looked at the man across the desk who had taught him to read a room, to choose a word, to hold a silence until the other side broke.He had never expected to be on the receiving end of it."You are using her," he said."I am using what I have.""Mother would have....""Do not," Antonio said sharply, "use your mother as a weapon in my house."The room went very quiet.For a moment the two men looked at each other across the desk, and neither of them moved. Then Antonio's expression ch
Antonio's face went still."She was five days without it," Dimitri said. "Her body gave out. She stopped breathing properly for nearly two minutes. If the man she was with had been a little slower, a little less careful, she would be dead.""I wasn't told that.""No.""The seizure was short?""Short enough." Dimitri's jaw tightened. "She is eight years into a dependence you built, and she nearly died of it because someone stopped the supply. Not you. Not Lorenzo. The man she ran to kept her alive.""The man she ran to," Antonio said."He is the one who found out what was wrong with her."Antonio was silent. He picked up the pen and turned it once between his fingers, then set it down again."The one thing I did not account for," he said at last, "was a man who would take her out of reach.""You didn't account for a lot of things.""I accounted for you.""Did you?""I expected you to do exactly what you are doing now. Walk in here with your face set and demand an explanation." Antonio'
"They were already coming for me." Dimitri looked at the dark window. "This only gives me more to work with."Marco shifted. "He said something about Isabella, didn't he? About who made the pills.""He said he'll find out." Dimitri's voice was even. "And when he does, she'll hear it from him.""Boss...""I know.""He'll find out eventually. Luca is not stupid.""No. He isn't." Dimitri was silent for a moment. He thought of Dante on the other end of the line, steady and certain, telling him what he owed. A man with nothing hidden, speaking to a man who had hidden everything. "He gave me everything he had, Marco. And I gave him a doctor and a bottle of pills.""It's what you could give.""It's what I chose to."Marco didn't answer. There was nothing to say.Dimitri stood and crossed to the window. The city lay spread out below him, lit and quiet. Somewhere out there, past the hills, a man was breaking his last tie to the organization that had made him. And on the other side of the same
"How do you know?""Because I've seen his name on a transfer I was told to ignore."Another silence. Then, very quietly, "Good."Dante opened his eyes. The sea was dark below the terrace, the horizon a thin line of lighter dark. "That's the test?""That's the test." There was no warmth in Dimitri's voice, but it wasn't hostile either. "You answered both truthfully.""You already knew them.""Yes.""Then why ask?""So I could see whether you'd lie." A pause. "You didn't. Now give me something I don't know."Dante let out a slow breath. He had planned this part. He had gone over it for two days, sitting in the dark beside Isabella's bed, deciding how much to give and how little to keep."Brooklyn," he said."What about it?""When I took your territory there, I thought I was winning. The Covenant told me to hold it. They said they had a purpose for those corners, and I didn't ask what it was." Dante's voice was steady. "I never saw any of the money.""Explain.""Every dealer I turned, ev
POV: DANTELuca found the seam at two in the afternoon.He came out onto the terrace with a laptop under one arm and the look of a man who had been waiting all day to say something. Dante was sitting in the shade with a cup of coffee he hadn't touched. Through the glass door behind him, he could see the bedroom, the bed, the shape of Isabella asleep under the blanket. Her breathing was slow. The doctor had called twice that morning and said the same thing both times: holding."I've got something," Luca said."Sit."Luca sat and opened the laptop on the table. "The trail I've been following. The Malta import firm, the Naples supplier, the courier. I thought it was a dead end, but I kept going." He turned the screen toward Dante. "Look at the closing date."Dante looked. It was a corporate filing, a page of numbers and stamps. "What am I looking at?""The Malta company dissolved on the nineteenth of August. The registry in Naples says the nineteenth. But the freight authority has it clo







