Dante lifted his hand. The silent signal was instantly understood. One of his men unbuckled his gun and placed it into Dante's palm.
"No… no… please, Dante…"
"Dante, don't shoot! I have a family…"
Both of them trembled on the floor, pleading in unison. He slowly lifted the gun and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
The shot missed.
Laughter erupted around the room. Dante had done it deliberately—toying with his prey.
He missed, but both of his prey had already wet themselves in terror.
Then two more shots rang out in quick succession. Each of them lost an ear. Their screams tore through the room as they rolled on the floor in agony.
"Last warning," he said coldly, tossing the gun aside. "I want news of her by tomorrow."
Then Dante walked out and entered another room where several women were already waiting.
He stripped off his shirt and dropped onto the bed as they closed in around him, meant only to dull the storm simmering beneath his calm.
