"Hello, Dante."

Gregory's voice was the same. Deeper maybe. Weathered by time and guilt. But unmistakably the uncle Dante had mourned thirteen years ago.

"You're supposed to be dead." Dante's hand stayed on his weapon. Ready. "Car accident. Body burned beyond recognition."

"I know. I staged it well." Gregory lowered his gun. Slowly. Showing no threat. "I'm not here to hurt anyone. I'm here to talk."

"You kidnapped my son!" Sienna had Leo behind her. Protected. "You terrified him! Terrorized our family! And you want to talk?"

"I needed you to listen. Dante would never have agreed to meet me otherwise. Would have killed me on sight. This was the...