Dante
The guest house was a crime scene. Three staff members. Throats slit. Two inside. One was dead on the porch, blood pooling everywhere. My people were spooked, but no one could tell me what happened.
But thank God Mercedes wasn't here or she could have been added to the body count. I sent her to order cleaners. I couldn't have any of this getting out to the public. I'd pay the families handsomely for their loss. And if any of them talked, they'd end up in an unmarked grave like these men.
Enzo showed up shortly after I sent for him, leaving Honey alone in the courtyard, but I didn't think there was any reason to worry about her. She'd taken strolls alone before. But I'd rather her be in the courtyard than see any of this.
Honey had surprised me on numerous occasions, but I wasn't
