Slaughterhouse Games Novels & Stories

{DANTE} Neither Francis nor Cecelia said a word about my long absence from the dinner table Friday night. Vivian didn't mention our little chat in the office, and I returned to New York dissatisfied and on edge. I could've burned the Lau mansion to the ground with one flick of my lighter. Unfortunately, doing so would've brought the authorities straight to my doorstep. Arson was bad for business, and l'd never stooped to murder...yet. But certain people tempted me to cross the line every day, one of whom I happened to share blood with.