"Dante, Lucien has been kidnapped and it's all part of his plan to take down Vincent, his stepbrother."
Salvatore cut straight to the point, his voice low and hard.
"I trust you won't run your mouth about this, yes?"
Dante blinked, stunned. He had always known his cousin as a ruthless strategist, cautious to a fault.
But to let himself be kidnapped by two rival mafia groups?
That was borderline suicidal.
No wonder the Don was panicking. The plan hadn't even properly started, and it was already going off the rails.
"But… why?" Dante finally asked.
"Wouldn't they kill him? I mean, they hate us, don't they?"
Especially Crimson Diablo. If anyone would make Lucien suffer before killing him, it would be him.
"They won't kill him… I think."
Salvatore's hesitation was rare and unsettling.
"But don't worry, our game will begin soon."
Dante's eyes narrowed as realization began to click into place.
"Don't tell me…"
