Chapter 7 - The Final Question
Dominic didn't stand up. He remained seated in the deep leather armchair, the heavy knit blanket still draped over his black silk pajamas. He looked exactly like a sick, vulnerable man.
"Marcus," Dominic said quietly, coughing slightly to maintain the illusion of weakness. "I noticed some silver missing from the dining room. Do you know anything about it?"
Marcus’s arrogant eyes instantly lit up. He saw the perfect opportunity to execute his extortion plan.
"Actually, Boss, I do," Marcus lied smoothly, stepping further into the room. "I caught the new maid, Elena, snooping around the silver cabinets yesterday. I didn't want to bother you while you were sick, but I think she's stealing from you."
Behind the armchair, Elena clamped a hand over her mouth, stifling a terrified sob. Marcus was actively framing her, just like he promised.
Dominic’s natural micro-expressions didn't shift. He just stared at the massive guard.
"You caught her?" Dominic asked softly.
"Yes, sir," Marcus nodded confidently. "I confronted her in the laundry room this morning. She got defensive."
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"Did you put your hands on her, Marcus?" Dominic asked, his voice dropping an octave, losing the sick, raspy tone entirely.
👉 How will Marcus react when he realizes the mafia boss already knows the absolute truth?
