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The name hits different now because Dagger killed him tonight. Because I thought that meant something was over.

Apparently, I am hilarious.

A real fucking comedian.

Noir’s eyes sharpen on Dagger.

“She was drowning, and you took away the one thing she thought kept her floating. So she went to him. She borrowed. She ran product. She moved information. She did whatever she had to do because she had debts and withdrawals and fear eating her alive.”

My throat tightens so badly I can barely breathe.

Brynn, what did you do?

Noir’s expression darkens.

“And then she found out too much.”

Dagger’s voice comes out low.

“What did she find out?”

Noir looks at me.

A tiny pause.

A deliberate one.

Like he’s choosing exactly where to cut.

“That Dante wasn’t just some kingpin she owed money to.”

My skin goes cold.

Dagger’s grip loosens slightly.

Noir smiles again.

“He was my father.”

For one second, nobody moves.

The words don’t even make sense at first.

They just hang there.

Ugly.

Impossible.

Dante was his father.

Dante.

Dante, who killed Brynn.

Dante, who tried to kill me.

Dante, who Dagger just put in the ground.