CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE“You are going to find out.” Dante gave a very quick and cold response, and then he began to march toward the old man, glaring at him.“Do you know who I am?!” Troy barked, looking around as though he was looking for a weapon.When he found none, he grabbed the trousers that were just on the floor in front of him and then he took out his phone, dialing a number as fast as he could.Dante snatched the phone from him, and then he crushed it in his palm, snarling at the old man.Troy was left jaw-dropped, swallowing hard as he stared with wide eyes.“Who are you? What do you want?” His voice had lost its grip, and looking at his cohorts who were still on the floor, he knew that he was hopeless.Dante grabbed him by the neck and forced him up.“You are going to find out.” He said, ignoring the gasping of the old man.He forced him onto one of the seats in the room, and then he threw a pillow at him.“Cover up, Troy Savanah. I don’t want to see that short thing.”Troy did

CHAPTER SIXTY-THREEThe ladies gasped, and those who were standing were forced to stand, moving closer to each other with wide eyes.The five guards were drawing closer, holding tightly to their swords as they spread.“Who are you and how did you set them free?” One of them asked, moving faster than the others.Dante clenched his fists, glaring at them.“You will have to kill me before you get the answer to that question.” He retorted, and that seemed to be exactly what the men wanted to hear.Gladly, they moved to attack Dante, slowing their steps and taking combat stances.“Be careful,” Jasmine whispered, and when Dante turned to look at her, he saw the fear that she had been trying to hide plastered all over her face.“Don’t worry, this is not going to take so long,” Dante assured with a wry smile, and then he changed his focus back to the men who had already surrounded him, eager to slay him.Dante took a deep breath, and then he pointed to the one among them who had spoken to hi

CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVEFrom a distance, he could already see Aria and Jasmine uniting with each other amidst the hugs and empathetic comments that followed.“I thought you guys didn’t know each other.” He said with an inquisitive expression, moving his eyes from one of the ladies to the other.“We don’t,” Jasmine said, turning to Dante with a smile.“She looks so much like her mother. It was hard not to recognize her as soon as I saw her walking toward me.”Dante nodded, and then he took a deep breath, looking at the other ladies who were very exhausted.Reminded of what Aria had done earlier, he turned to her, and the smile on his face vanished at once.“What was that all about?” He asked, glaring at her.“I…” Aria stuttered, looking down in shame.Jasmine stared at her for a while, and then she turned to Dante. “What did she do?” She asked, but Dante didn’t even bother to look at her, still glaring at her.“Do you want to get yourself killed?!” He asked, and Aria shook her head slowly.

CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN“I don’t think I can lose them!” Jasmine panicked, frightened by the sound of the gunshots.She tried to hold onto the steering wheel with tight grips since her hands were beginning to get very slippery, her heart sinking deep into her belly.“You need to drive faster, Jasmine!” Dante urged, and then he opened the back of the van, gesturing to the ladies to stay in hidden corners inside the van.The moment he opened fire at the SUV wheeling after them, the driver was forced to slow down, moments before Dante put a bullet into his chest, shattering the glass.The car stopped as soon as the driver stepped on the brakes while he took his last breath, and the other driver behind him almost hit him, scratching the back of the SUV.Dante gunned down the remaining guards in the first SUV and then he faced the seconds, holding onto the gun tightly.Moments later, the bikers showed up, drifting past the second SUV and taking out their guns.They opened fire at Dante at once

CHAPTER SIXTY-NINEDante grunted the moment the old man referred to him by the name that brought some of the memories that he was trying so hard to get rid of.“Seven is not my name, old man. My name is Dante, and you should call me that,”Caster grunted, shaking his head in refusal.“You know that’s not going to be possible.” He stood on his firm resolve, causing Dante to grunt.“I would never call you by that name. seven sounds better, it reminds me of the past when the glory belonged to me.” He was silent for a while, but Dante was certain that he still had some other things to say, staring at him with a deadpan expression.“Let’s stick with Seven, shall we? It makes me happier calling you that.”Dante scoffed, and then he nodded without changing his expression.“Well, it doesn’t matter.” He retorted with a wry smile, and then he took a deep breath.“You are never going to see me again, old man. I believe that we are even now, and whatever holds us together has lost its hold on us.