Chapter One Hundred And Eighty
Malachi's POV
But Dante wasn't just any traitor. He was my friend. Had been since we were fifteen. Since Pa had pulled him out of a bad situation and given him a home. Given him purpose.
We'd grown up together. Fought together. Built this empire together.
And now I had to decide if that history mattered more than his betrayal.
"Maurice, take him to the holding room. Make sure he's comfortable. We'll decide what to do with him after I deal with more immediate problems."
"You're not going to kill me?" Dante sounded genuinely surprised.
"Not yet. Maybe not ever. I haven't decided." I turned back to the window. "But you're done. You don't work for me anymore. You don't have access to anything. You're alive because of our history. But that protection ends if you step out of line again. Understood?"
"Understood."
Maurice pulled Dante to his feet. Started walking him toward the door.
"Malachi," Dante said.
I didn't turn around.
