Chapter 6 - The Intercom
Dominic didn't scream. The silence that radiated from him was infinitely more dangerous. He looked at the tiny girl in the heart-patterned dress, who had just shown him more humanity and kindness than anyone in his own syndicate.
Then, he looked at the mother who was living in absolute, agonizing terror.
Dominic reached over to the side table, pushing past the medicine bottles. He picked up his gold-plated intercom phone and pressed a single button.
"Bring Marcus to my sitting room," Dominic ordered smoothly. "Now."
Elena panicked, stepping backward toward the door. "Mr. Valente, please! He said if I told anyone, he would make sure I never saw Rosie again! Please don't tell him I said anything!"
"You're not going anywhere," Dominic said, his voice firm but entirely protective. "Stand behind my chair."
Elena quickly scooped Rosie into her arms and hid behind the massive deep brown leather armchair, her heart pounding frantically against her ribs.
A moment later, the heavy oak doors of the sitting room swung open. Marcus, a towering, heavily scarred man in a black tactical suit, stepped into the room with an arrogant, confident stride.
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"You asked for me, Boss?" Marcus asked, completely unaware that he had just walked into his own execution.
👉 What trap is Dominic about to spring on his corrupt head of security?
