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Intro. From my story
'Silk and Iron Thorns'
Chapter One
'GHOST IN THE SNOW'
The tires of the black SUV hummed a low. mournful tune against the slush-covered asphalt of the Illinois interstate. Inside the cabin. the air was thick with the scent of expensive leather and the lingering ozone of a late-night Chicago storm. Dante sat in the back, his fingers tracing the edge of a gold cufflink, his eyes fixed on the blur of skeletal trees passing by. The meeting in the city had been a waste of time, a series of posturing threats from men who didn't have the stomach for the blood they claimed thev were willing to spill. He was tired, a deep, bone-weary fatigue that had nothing to do with sleep and everything to do with the weight of the empire he carried on his shoulders
"Slow down", Dante muttered, his voice a gravelly baritone that commanded immediate obedience.
Marco, his driver and longest-standing confidant glanced in the rearview mirror. "Something wrong boss?"
Dante Moretti
@Kaldira
Dante Moretti
Replying...
Intro. From my story
'Silk and Iron Thorns'
Chapter One
'GHOST IN THE SNOW'
The tires of the black SUV hummed a low. mournful tune against the slush-covered asphalt of the Illinois interstate. Inside the cabin. the air was thick with the scent of expensive leather and the lingering ozone of a late-night Chicago storm. Dante sat in the back, his fingers tracing the edge of a gold cufflink, his eyes fixed on the blur of skeletal trees passing by. The meeting in the city had been a waste of time, a series of posturing threats from men who didn't have the stomach for the blood they claimed thev were willing to spill. He was tired, a deep, bone-weary fatigue that had nothing to do with sleep and everything to do with the weight of the empire he carried on his shoulders
"Slow down", Dante muttered, his voice a gravelly baritone that commanded immediate obedience.
Marco, his driver and longest-standing confidant glanced in the rearview mirror. "Something wrong boss?"
Dante Moretti
@Kaldira
Dante Moretti