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pick up on it?” Nico asked GianMarco and Dante,
     who would normally have never fallen for such a trap.
    Dante answered, deadpan. “GianMarco wanted a piece of ass.”
    Romeo rolled his eyes before glaring at his youngest brother. “Isn’t that always the
     case? That does not explain why you two couldn’t sense there were rogues about.”
    Dante sighed. Romeo was right. He should have known better than to ignore his instincts,
     but it had been a long time since he had been with a woman.
    “It doesn’t matter, Dante. We know how much you sacrifice for the Underground.” Nico
     patted his older brother on the back, seeming to pick up on Dante’s inner struggle.
    Dante smiled affectionately at him. “Thank you for saying so, Nico.”
    “Who tipped you off to this place, Dante?” GianMarco asked. “He is obviously behind
     all of this.”
    “Trent Black. He has been loyal to our cause. I had no reason to disbelieve him.”
    “I have to ask, are we just tilting at windmills here? No one has ever seen il Diavolo ; perhaps there is no such vampire,” GianMarco pointed out. “Lately, it seems like
     each mission takes us to a dead end, and it is beginning to get very tedious.”
    “ Il Diavolo exists, all right, and when I find him I will rip his heart out and make him eat
     it.” Dante spoke with conviction, daring anyone else in the room to dispute him.
    GianMarco finally broke the silence. “Those rogues were stronger than usual.”
    Romeo agreed. “Yes. They seemed different. A little wilder, perhaps.”
    Dante gritted his teeth. “They were disciples of the evil one.”
    “How can you be so sure?” Nico asked.
    Dante looked straight ahead. He would never forget that symbol for as long as he lived.
     “They bore his mark.”
    “It was a setup from the get-go, with the little redhead morsel as bait. Whoever gave
     Trent that message must have been in on it, or perhaps your man Black isn’t as loyal
     to the Underground as you think,” Romeo pointed out.
    “Don’t be such a cynic, little brother. He has never let me down before. I will speak
     to him when I get back to New York,” Dante promised.
    “Maybe you should call him instead,” GianMarco suggested.
    “No. I want to see the look on his face when he sees me. If he is in on this plot,
     he will be surprised to see me alive,” Dante reasoned.
    “I guess that makes sense, but if he is in on it, I’ll help you kick his ass.” Romeo
     smiled, looking as if he were spoiling for a fight.
    Dante shook his head. “Ro, I think you just want a fight, period.”
    “Who, me?” The blond vampire smirked.
    “Not now, Ro. This is serious business.” Dante sighed.
    Nico looked at his older brother with concern-filled amber eyes “Dante, have you considered
     taking some time away from Underground business? It seems to have consumed all your
     time, and now it seems to be taking over your soul as well.”
    “It’s never far from my mind, but time off is a luxury that I can’t afford. No, it
     is out of the question. How can I rest knowing il Diavolo and his minions are out there preying on innocents? Perhaps it is my cross to bear
     to take him down, but it is something that I must do.” Dante slammed his fist in his
     palm.
    The power-hungry vamps who preyed on other vampires to grow stronger sickened him,
     and il Diavolo was the worst. When Trent had told him about a connection in London who had information
     about the evil one, Dante had contacted his most trusted agents, his brothers. He
     felt embarrassed to have been led into the trap. When he was younger and more headstrong,
     he had gotten himself into such predicaments. Now that he was older, he should have
     known better.
    After barely surviving a brutal attack by rogue vampires himself, Dante had dedicated
     his life to hunting them down. He had created the Underground, an organization of
     vampires who were dedicated to the same goal, many of whom had their own reasons for