Chapter 3 - Shadows at the Door
The air in the executive suite grew ice-cold in a fraction of a second.
Luca slowly rested his hands on the polished mahogany desk, leaning down slightly to match Mia’s eye level. “Who makes your mommy cry, Mia?”
Elena’s face turned completely white. “Mr. Moretti, please, she’s just three years old! She plays pretend all day, she doesn't know what she’s saying—!”
“Let her speak, Elena,” Luca commanded, his voice remaining quiet, yet carrying an edge of iron that made Elena’s voice freeze in her throat.
Mia pointed her gold fountain pen past Luca, aiming straight toward the glass paneling beside the open hallway door where two tall silhouettes were walking down the corridor.
“Uncle Vincent and Mr. Daniel are bad when they come to her room,” Mia said in an innocent, casual tone, kicking her pink sneakers against the chair.
Elena closed her eyes in absolute terror, a involuntary sob choking in her chest. Her body shuddered as if she had been hit by a physical blow. She reached out, grasping the wooden bookcase for support as her knees buckled.
“Mia... please, stop,” Elena begged in a trembling whisper, tears spilling over her eyelashes and running down her pale cheeks.
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Outside in the hallway, Vincent Moretti—Luca’s cousin and head of security—and Daniel Vance, Luca’s chief financial director, stopped right outside the office glass, holding leather document folders in their hands.
👉 Luca stood up to his full height, his eyes darkening with cold, lethal fury as he turned around to face his most trusted men.
