Chapter 7 - The Chicago Syndicate
"You owed me nothing, Tessa," Ronan said, his voice dropping into a deeper, warmer register. "That was eight years ago."
"I owe you my life, Mr. Callahan," Tessa stated firmly. "And in my kitchen, nobody poisons the man who saved me."
Before Ronan could respond, his encrypted satellite phone vibrated on the table. He picked it up, pressing the speaker button.
A raspy, arrogant voice filled the quiet room.
"Did you enjoy your dinner, Ronan?" the voice sneered over the line. It was Marcus Vance—the ruthless boss of the rival Chicago syndicate who had been warring over territory for six months.
"Julian failed, Marcus," Ronan said calmly, walking toward the window shutters. "The girl in the kitchen stopped the plate."
There was a long, heavy silence on the other end of the line, followed by Marcus’s cold, bitter laughter.
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"It doesn't matter," Marcus taunted. "Julian was just the appetizer. Right now, my men are raiding your central ledger vault on 12th Street. By midnight, your entire financial empire belongs to me!"
👉 How did Tessa's knowledge of the restaurant's underground layout change the game?
