Chapter 85

Author's pov.

The exquisitely decorated room was dark save for the little table lamp that was on. A man was seated next to it, staring at the piece of document he was holding,his legs crossed. He picked up the glass of whiskey on the table, twirled it for a while before taking a sip from it and placing it back on the table. Reading through it, his lips slowly curling into a frown.

"Dante Sanders." He muttered aloud as he flipped to the next page, his frown deepening. "That isn't your real name." He growled, his voice filled with disgust. He continued to read through it, his displeasure becoming evident. Having had enough, he placed the document on the table, finished his glass of whiskey and stood to his feet, his hands beside his back. Heading to the ornate window, he looked out into the night sky, lost in his thoughts. The night was beautiful, but tonight, he wasn't in the mood to appreciate it's beauty.

"After all these years, you finally walked back to me." He muttered to himself,