I unholster my gun and point it straight at Dante. “You piece of shit!” I shout. He holds up his hands in surrender. “Sir, you need to—” The priest raises his palms, stepping between Dante and Rosa. Swinging the barrel at him, I drop it to gesture at his chest. “I suggest you back up. This isn’t a time for God and forgiveness. I am the devil, and I’m here for revenge.”