Chapter 2 - The Trap at the Gate
Dante took a silent, measured step deeper into the side corridor, blending seamlessly into the architectural shadows cast by the grand archways. His heart beat with cold, rhythmic precision.
Camila looked up, her blue eyes wide and bloodshot, tears tracking down her flushed cheeks. She clamped both hands over her mouth to suppress a sob as she saw her fiancé standing alive in the hallway.
Beatrice kept one hand on Camila’s shoulder, keeping the younger woman anchored to the floor while shielding her with her own body.
"Don’t move... the front gate security was disarmed from inside," Beatrice urged in an urgent whisper, her eyes darting toward the distant footsteps echoing near the grand staircase. "They turned off the motion sensors at midnight. They think you're still stranded in Florida."
Dante reached into his dark navy suit jacket, his large hand wrapping securely around the textured grip of his suppressed pistol. He didn't draw it yet. He needed information, and he needed it now.
"Who brought hitmen into my home, Beatrice?" Dante asked, his voice dropping into a cold, quiet rumble that vibrated against the marble pillars.
Camila lifted her trembling chin, her voice barely a breath. "It’s Leo... he said you were never coming back from Miami. He said the cartel ambushed your motorcade on the highway."
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Dante froze. Leo Marino was not just his underboss; he was his childhood brother, the man who had stood beside him at the altar of power for fifteen years.
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