ANDRE
Andre liked to think that the worst things that could have happened to him had already happened. But when Nick and the crowd of onlooking mob bosses recognized Dante as one of them, Andre knew that Trent was just one of the incidents life had in store for him; that the worst was still a long time coming, that the world still had more in store for him.He stalked through the ball afterwards, barely able to contain the full width his anger. Somehow it seemed as though he had unwittingly handed even more power to the Bianchi boy than he had had the onset. In the process of trying to fix things, he seemed to only be making them much worse than they already were. He was at a corner of the room, leaning against a intricately designed Corinth-style column that stood tall in the ball room, watching the dance floor. To crown it all, Dante had found a woman, he was dancing with her. He was elated, if Andre was to tell by the look on his face.'You have any more
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