Chapter 21 The Questioning

Alessandro de Rossi POV

Whoever got to Dino, they also did some damage to his throat. I step forward, using my phone light, and see more thick bruising around his neck.

I step back and look at Enzo. “Nico didn’t do all of this,” I murmur.

Nico sent me the photos of when he found Dante, hiding in a ditch near our warehouses in Long Island.

Now, I wonder if he was not hiding at all.

I wonder if he had just not moved from where he was placed.

Enzo shook his head. “I know. We can get him a medic later.”

“Indeed,” I murmur.

“So, both of you? Working together? Joemar’s going to shit himself,” Dante rasps.

“Where the fuck is he?” Enzo growls.

Dante shrugs, or attempts to. It looks like he may have a broken collarbone as well, from the grimace on his face. “No clue.”

“You sold him out.”

“I didn’t. Joemar dug his own grave, and he got exactly what he paid for,” Dante growls.

The sentiment, the dislike, seems rather genuine. I file that away for later.

I have other things that I wish to address