Chapter 7
Caleb’s eyes darted frantically around the room. None of the six captains moved to support him. They all looked at him with absolute disgust. In their world, betrayal of the family was unforgivable, but trying to frame an innocent housekeeper was seen as cowardice of the lowest order.
“Dominic, please,” Caleb stammered, his confident demeanor completely crumbling. “We’re blood! Our fathers built this company together!”
“My father built this empire on honor,” Dominic said coldly. “You built your reputation on shadows and lies.”
Dominic signaled to Vince. “Take him down to the sub-basement. I want every name, every account number, and every contact he gave to the Syndicate before the night is over.”
“You can’t do this!” Caleb yelled as Vince and two large bodyguards grabbed his arms, stripping him of his concealed weapon and slamming him against the wall to cuff his wrists. “The Syndicate already has the routes! They’re moving on the harbor warehouse tonight!”
Dominic paused near the door, turning his head slightly. “I know. My men are already waiting for them there.”
As Caleb was dragged screaming out of the executive suite, Dominic walked out into the private hallway, pulling his satellite phone from his pocket.
He dialed the safehouse in Highland Park.
The phone rang twice before Emily’s voice came through the speaker. “Dominic?”
Hearing her call him by his first name brought a subtle warmth to his chest despite the cold violence of the evening.
“It’s done,” Dominic said softly, stepping into his private elevator. “Caleb is secured. He will never come near you again.”
On the other end of the line, Emily let out a long, shaky breath of relief. “Thank God. Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” Dominic replied, his voice softening into something surprisingly gentle. “I’m heading back to the safehouse now. I have someone coming with me who wants to return something to you.”
Half an hour later, two black SUVs pulled up to the Highland Park safehouse. Dominic stepped out, followed by Vince, who was carrying a small leather bag.
Dominic walked upstairs to Emily’s suite. She was sitting on the sofa, her leg propped up on a velvet ottoman.
Dominic walked over and handed her the leather bag.
Emily opened it and gasped. Inside was her stolen purse, complete with her wallet, keys, and personal belongings—completely untouched.
“We recovered it from the Syndicate’s drop house ten minutes ago,” Dominic explained, standing beside her chair. “Nothing is missing.”
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Emily looked up at him, tears of gratitude shining in her eyes. “I don’t know how to thank you, Mr. Moretti.”
Dominic looked down at her, his dark eyes steady and warm. “You can start by calling me Dominic.”
