He Let Me Bleed So I Let Him Go Chapter 11
Bianca hurled the cup at the floor.
Glass shattered across the tiles. Water splashed onto Dante’s trousers. A shard flew up and opened a long, thin cut on his cheek.
“So from start to finish, I was the only one who was hoping for something? Is that it?”
Her voice shook, tears streaming down her face.
“Dante De Luca, I hate you!”
She turned and ran from the room, slamming the door behind her.
Dante stood motionless for a long time.
A single bead of blood trickled down his cheek.
He lifted a hand, wiped it away, and stared at the red on his fingertips.
Then he took out his phone and dialed a number.
“From now on, no calls are to be routed through Bianca. All emergency and private lines connect directly to my device. No exceptions.”
After hanging up, he called the men he had sent to follow Elena.
“Where is she? Did the clothes I sent reach her?”
The reply was hesitant.
“Sir, she bought a trench coat from a thrift shop, then got into a black sedan. Once it left our district, two other cars blocked the road. We lost them.”
Dante’s expression darkened.
“Did you see any insignia?”
“No, sir. But the driver… he didn’t look like an ordinary bodyguard.”
Dante asked no more questions.
He assumed Elena had simply called a car from her firm, or gone to a friend’s house.
He put his phone away and returned to the banquet hall.
The rest of the evening proceeded without incident.
But all night, the image of Elena, broken on the floor, kept flashing in his mind.
She shouldn’t have attacked Bianca.
But had he gone too far?
When the banquet ended, Dante did something he rarely did. He went straight home.
He needed to talk to Elena. Perhaps he could admit that suspending her protection had been a step too far.
He opened the door.
The house was dark and silent.
Standing in the living room, Dante called her name.
No answer.
He pulled out his phone, only to realize with a jolt that he didn’t have a single number that could reach his own wife directly.