Lorenzo’s POVBehind me, Dante stirred in the bed. He had been unconscious for hours, his breathing uneven, the color drained from his face, like he had a nightmare. Powell’s men had done a thorough job before leaving him to die. If I had come even a few minutes later, I might have found a corpse instead of the wreck of a man I used to love.Powell wanted him dead, but there was a bargain. I save Dante, and keep him away from Marco.A groan escaped him as he shifted, eyes flickering open. He tried to sit up, only to collapse back with a sharp breath. I moved closer, instinct overriding reason.“Easy,” I said quietly, pressing a hand against his chest. His gaze met mine, dazed and unfocused at first, “Lorenzo…”“Yes, it is I.” “I had a nightmare, but it felt so real, it was Marco, he needs me.” he said.“It was a dream, you must relax, and regain your strength.” I replied.He fell silent, his eyes slipping shut as he drifted back into sleep.I stood there, watching him, my chest ach
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