KAEL
The room felt smaller with four armed men and a table full of signed documents that had just stripped me of everything.
Dante Moretti stood, collecting the papers with meticulous care. "Someone take these to Mr. Roman," he said to one of the guards, a younger man with a spider tattoo crawling up his neck.
Spider-tattoo nodded, took the stack of documents, and left through the reinforced door.
That left me with Dante and three guards. All armed. All watching me like I was a caged animal that might suddenly remember it had claws.
Good instincts.
Dante studied me for a moment, his cold eyes assessing. "You really love her, don't you?"
I didn't answer.
"Shame." He moved toward the door. "Love makes men weak. Makes them do stupid things." He paused at the threshold. "Like signing away an empire."
He left, the door clanging shut behind him.
Three guards remained. One by the door, rifle across his chest. Two flanking me, weapons held casually but ready.
