Page 56 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

Yet, it still felt like yesterday.

“I made some calls,” Zeke said over the speakers.

“And?”

“Dante’s in uptown Manhattan at one of his brother’s restaurants. Cazza, or something? Supper with his wife. My contact said the brother may or may not be there, too.”

“Which brother?” Cross asked.

“What in the hell is going on, man?”

Cross kept his gaze on the road, and his hands tight to the wheel. “Just answer my damn question, Zeke.”

“Hey, at least give me a heads up if some kind of bad shit is about to happen, Cross. I could skip over there and maybe try to save your dumb ass from getting shot.”

“Nobody saved me years ago,” Cross replied.

Zeke grunted under his breath. “Shit, nobody knew that was going to happen, either.”

“Which brother?”

“Lucian, I guess. The underboss.”

Cross hung up the phone.

He was looking at familiar roads. His mind was seeing a familiar scene. He didn’t see the white Lexus following close behind in the rearview mirror.

Cross choked on blood.

Dante laughed.

“All right, Dante, you made your point,” Lucian said. “Let’s go.”

Dante was only looking at Cross. He bent down on one knee, grabbed Cross by the throat, and forced him to look in his green gaze.

Eyes that were familiar.

Eyes that matched the woman he loved.

Eyes that looked like they wanted to kill.

“This is your one and only fucking warning,” Dante said.

Cross swallowed saliva and blood. It made him want to gag.

“Stay the fuck away from my daughter from here on out,” Dante said through clenched teeth. “Don’t you ever even breathe in her direction again, Cross. Stay far the hell away. You come near me or mine again, and I will ruin you and yours. This city will crumble from what I will do to your family. In fact, make it easy on all of us and get the hell out of this state. Understood?”

Cross just blinked.

He was too stunned to do anything else.

What had caused this?

Cross didn’t invite this.

“Understood?” Dante spat out.

“Yeah,” Cross croaked.