Jackie: Chapter Ninety Eight

JACKIE

The Aurthurson Hotel burned a harsh silver under the glaring moon. Although it was gigantic in its own rights, it was dwarfed by the corporate skyscrapers around it. What they had in height, the hotel had in width. 

Dante parked the car in the parking lot and shut off the engine. He let out a long, tortured breath. Jackie examined him in the quiet darkness. He slumped into the seat and stared back at her.

'Your grand plan is to sit here all night? Or are we ever going to go in?' She asked, humorously. 

He snorted. 'Real talk? I wish we would. It's peaceful out here. It's almost never peaceful in New York.'

They stared at each other in the dim, contained silence of the car. It was the first time since the raid a semblance of calm had returned to him. He was composed again, the Dante she was accustomed to. Jackie knew caged rage intimately. In part, because she was Big Jack's daughter. In part, because she had felt it for herself. After the
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