Page 42 of Cross + Catherine: The Companion

Good.

Hurt like she does.

Dante leaned over Cross with his gun pointed at the man’s face as Cross choked on blood.

He could only laugh.

The arrogant little shit could be knocked down.

Hard to believe.

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

Dante never looked away from Cross, and actually, grabbed his throat to keep him staring back. He had shit to say, and Cross needed to hear it.

He needed to fucking heed it.

“Stay the fuck away from my daughter from here on out,” Dante said while his molars ached from clenching so hard. “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 blinked.

Pain stared back at Dante.

It was not the same kind of pain Catherine had to be feeling, but it would do.

For now …

“Understood?” Dante asked firmer.

“Yeah,” Cross croaked.

Dante could have let him go with that said, but instead, he shifted his aim, and fired. The bullet tore through the top of Cross’s shoulder. More blood spilled instantly. “So you’ll have something to keep from this meeting. A reminder, if you will. A gift.”

“Dante,” Lucian hissed.

He stood, and left the penthouse, and Cross.

Let him fucking die there for all I care.

Lucian followed. “Now what, Dante? What will you do when his father wants someone to answer for what you did tonight?”

Dante said nothing.

He now had nothing to say.