POV: DANTE
Dimitri's eyes scanned the warehouse.
"Lower your weapons," Dimitri said, his voice cutting through the chaos "You can walk out of here alive, or you can die here. Choose now."
The implicit message was clear: surrender or die, but either way, you're not winning this.
Dante's security personnel didn't need to be told twice.
They lowered their weapons. They moved toward the exits. They evacuated, understanding that fighting Dimitri Valentino was a death sentence they weren't willing to accept.
Within sixty seconds, more than a dozen of Dante's men had abandoned the warehouse.
Only Luca remained beside Dante.
Only Luca understood that loyalty meant something different than survival.
Dimitri moved deeper into the warehouse, his steps deliberate and unhurried. There was no rush. He had all the time he needed. Dante had nowhere to go.
"Well," Dimitri said, his voice absolutely calm as he approached Dante directly. "Here we are."
