A Father's Wrath

Richard’s POV

The moment Ivy confirmed the name, I hung up.

My hand trembled around the phone, my knuckles white as I gripped it too tight. A name I had spent years burying—erasing from my thoughts, from my life—had just been spoken by my daughter.

Dante.

The bastard was back. How did he get out...

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