The Godfathers

EMILIO

our men did to Luca... you're lucky I didn't shoot you on

m, surrounded by his men. He didn't move. Didn'

Dante's lips curled-just barely. It wasn't a smirk, not yet, but something close. He didn't move fast. Instead, he took his time, letting the moment just long enough to make it clear-he wasn't the kind of man who obeyed commands. Dante leaned back, He stretched his arms along the chair's armrests, exuding a quiet, effortless dominance. "You like giving orders, don't you?" Dante mused, voice smooth as velvet. Emilio didn't blink. "Only when I know they'll be followed." A low chuckle. "Interesting." The air between them was thick now-something unseen pressing down, coiling tight. Neither of them moved. Neither of them looked away. Dante really looked like a man who owned everything he touched-including the air Emilio was breathing. The lighting didn't soften his face. His tanned face and skin were proof of life always in the open fields... Dressed in a sleek black suit, he looked polished. Even the scar made him a man people do not call beautiful but handsome. And in that underground room, he looked terrifying. Dante's gaze moved over him once, slow and assessing like a predator deciding whether to toy with its prey or devour it whole. And just like that, Emilio knew-Dante had already sized him up. He hated it. Hated the way his pulse betrayed him, the way his body tensed under that gaze. Hated that, for the first time in his life, he felt young in the presence of another man. But he wouldn't let Dante see it. Emilio squared his shoulders "I assume you already know why I'm here." Dante smirked, and it was devastating. Not because it was charming, but because it knew it was. "I know exactly why you're here, Valencia." His voice was smooth, unhurried. "The question is... do you?" Emilio held Dante's gaze, steady and unflinching. "I didn't come here to apologize," Emilio said, voice calm but firm. Dante's smirk didn't waver, but there was something sharper in his eyes now. "Is that so?" "It is." Emilio leaned forward slightly. "We both know Luca was the one who walked into Rossi's place, throwing his weight around. The bar owner owed a debt, and Luca decided to settle it by breaking everything in the bar. Rossi reacted. As any man protecting his own would." Dante exhaled slowly, tapping his fingers against the table. "And?" "And this-" Emilio gestured vague