Chapter 6 - The Betrayal Within
"Viktor," I growled into my comms mic, stepping off the balcony and striding toward the service stairs with my hand locked around my weapon. "Viktor, you son of a bitch."
Through the earpiece, I heard the sharp sound of a struggle—the clatter of a silver tray hitting the marble floor, followed by Hunter’s sharp gasp.
"Let me go!" Hunter shouted.
"Quiet down, sweetheart," Viktor’s voice sneered over the audio feed. "You really thought you could slip past us? Mr. Bellamy pays top dollar for security. And I happen to be his most loyal silent partner."
The betrayal hit me harder than a physical blow. Viktor Vance had been by my side for twelve years. He had taken a bullet for me during the turf war of '18. I trusted him with my life, my estate, and the security protocols protecting my son.
And all along, he had been Bellamy’s mole inside my house.
"Viktor," I spoke directly into the comms, letting my voice ring out loud enough that Hunter’s phone broadcast it into the room. "If you touch a hair on her head, I will personally skin you alive and feed you to Dante's dogs."
A harsh laugh crackled through the speaker.
"Loud words coming from a dead man, Lorenzo," Viktor mocked. "You should have stayed in your mansion grieving your wife. Instead, you had to play detective. Too bad you won't live long enough to see Bellamy take over your entire shipping empire."
"Where are you taking her?" I demanded, hitting the landing of the service stairs and sprinting down toward the sub-basement freight elevators.
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"To the loading dock," Viktor replied smoothly. "Mr. Bellamy’s private transport is waiting outside. We’re going to take a nice, quiet drive out to the New Jersey marshes. And by morning, you'll find your brave little housekeeper floating in the bay—right alongside your baby's poisoned bottles."
The line went dead.
