Chapter 77

Dante’s POV

I’ll say this for my father, when shit goes sideways, he handles it like a fucking pro.

He had been beyond pissed when I told him everything that Stefan had said. He had been especially livid when I told him about Pablo stealing Quinn and how I was certain that it was the Reinas that were behind it.

And then he’d been on top of it, having his men in the three states where Julian Rothschild had been seen over the past week: New York, Connecticut, and Massachusetts. Luckily, there aren’t many casinos in any of these states and my father seems to have his fingers in all of them.

Within an hour he gave me a call back. “The most recent place that he’s been was Plainridge Park Casino. The owner is some unimportant relation to your mother’s aunt’s cousin or some shit like that. He was more than happy to help us out and got video of the fucker. He’s willing to bring in the waitress and the dealer for the poker table he was sitting at.