Chapter 3 - The Iron Gate in the Storm
Outside the heavy iron gates of the estate, wind-driven snow swirled through the freezing afternoon air. Clara Carter stood shivering near the concrete security guard post, wrapped in a thin denim jacket, her dark hair dusted with white snow.
"Please, just let me grab my daughter's inhaler from the staff locker!" Clara pleaded with the two armed security guards blocking the turnstile. "She can't breathe in this weather!"
"Orders are orders, lady," one guard sneered, resting his hand on his weapon. "Victor Moretti signed your trespass notice. Step back before we call the city police."
"She doesn't need to step back. You do," a deep, thunderous voice echoed from behind the iron bars.
The guards snapped to attention, their faces draining of color as the heavy motorized gates slowly ground open. Dominic Moretti walked out into the freezing wind without a coat, holding little Lily securely against his chest, wrapped inside his tailored suit jacket.
Clara gasped, covering her mouth with her trembling, frostbitten hands as she saw her five-year-old daughter resting her head on the shoulder of the most dangerous man in the state. "Dominic...?"
Dominic stepped directly in front of Clara, his pale blue eyes burning with intense, unspoken grief and long-suppressed passion.
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"You raised my daughter in the shadows, Clara," Dominic spoke, his voice trembling against the howling wind. "And you let my guards throw you out into the snow?"
👉 Read PART 4 to see how Victor tried to arrest Clara using the city police!
