Chapter 53

"Always a dog, wagging your tail, barking on that bastard’s order. How long till you are nothing but just dust sticking to his shoes, huh?" His hand moves to wipe the blood from his torn lip, a defiant glint in his sharp hazel eyes.

Dante meets Silas's gaze with a steely depth, his expression betraying none of the fatigue that weighs heavily on his shoulders. Despite the chaos surrounding them, both of them exuded a sense of power and control.

The tension between the two was almost palpable. Dante knew Silas was trying to provoke him.

Dante's heart pounded in his chest like a drumbeat of impending doom, gripped by the chaos unfolding around him. The surroundings were tainted by the acrid smell of gunpowder, now resembling a battleground where every step could mean life or death. Not only his, but Silvio’s, Sadie’s. Fuck! This was not easy, the escape would take much more than he originally bargained for.

He could smell the gunpowder mixing with the oceanic br