Dante’s POV“You don’t deserve death.”Marco stared at me, confusion flickering across his face for a split second before the anger returned. I still had him pinned against the stone wall of the terrace, my fist twisted tightly in the front of his jacket.He struggled against my grip, trying to shove me away, but the position left him with no leverage.“Let go of me,” he snapped.Martina stood a few steps away, watching both of us carefully. The fire behind her continued to roar, lighting the terrace with violent orange shadows.Marco glared at me. “You’re not going to shoot,” he said with a bitter laugh. “You’re too weak to kill your own son.”I didn’t react, instead , My grip on his collar tightened slightly.“You think death would be punishment?” I said.Marco’s eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about?”“Death would be easy,” I replied calmly.He scoffed. “Then do it… dad!”Serena’s gaze shifted between us, clearly waiting to see what I would do.Marco leaned his head back again
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