Chapter 32. Irony

DANTE’S POV

“We need to help that girl, Dante.” Isabella says as we ride towards the casino Ashanti was talking about. I’m speeding but careful at the same time. I don’t want to lose Alberto because only he can further explain what the hell is going on. Only he can tell me if everything his girlfriend said was the truth or if it was all just bullshit coming from the tongue of a d**g add**t.

“Why did I automatically know you would propose something like that?” I say, keeping my head planted on the road. With the way I’m driving, I can’t lose my focus.

“Come on Dante. You saw that girl. She looked miserable. You can’t just send her away without at least trying to help her with her add***ion.” Isabella insists but she doesn’t understand. Ashanti isn’t the first girl I’ve seen who has let her life sip by because of d***s. If I opted to help every single d**g ad***t I’ve met in my lifetime, then I’ll be running a charity organization.

“That girl isn’t innoc