JULIAN’S POVThe devil I know is better than the angel I didn't. Problem is, I didn't know any angels. Born into a life like this, there were just devils and devils and they showed up when you least expected.Tonight's surprise was Dante Martinez. He arrived at dinner fifteen years late with a suit that must have cost a fortune. The moment he walked into the room, the air thickened like even oxygen was scared of him.“Dante,” My mother said in a strangled voice. Her hand trembled slightly as she lifted her wine glass to her mouth. My father who had leaned back in a posture mum had always complained about suddenly sat upright, straightening his back. His eyes followed Dante as he took a seat. It felt like God had walked into the room except that I had imagined God as anything but a six foot, fully tatted, dark-haired man.My eyes followed his every move the second he walked through those doors. His long strides, the way he loosened his tie and undid the button of his suit as he took hi
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