Nero.Dante shivered under my gaze, his head bowed low.Looking at him, you would imagine that he was an innocent man with no guile.But I knew better. Beauty was the best deceit to ensnare a person.My anger did not abate, it only increased. The thought of Marcus, my son, being in the midst of the violence I anticipated from Angelo’s side made me curl my lips in displeasure.“Explain your actions,” I spoke, my voice commanding. I moved towards him, each step making his body flinch, barely noticeable to the naked eye. In my hand I grasped an object I had not used on him before.Gripping his hair, I forced his gaze up to meet mine.“I… Marcus was upset,” Dante began, his voice stuttering, low and broken. A feigned surrender, I thought.I was reminded of the way he had all but pleaded with me to take my son out to the promised picnic. I couldn't lie, I had forgotten in the heat of the moment. For fuck’s sake I already felt guilty about that. I had ended my meeting early today simply to
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