Chapter 2 - The Exact Time
Dominic didn't flinch. His cinematic, heavily tattooed face remained perfectly still, but the air around him instantly dropped ten degrees. The sheer, apocalyptic tension radiating from his broad shoulders was palpable.
A tight, cinematic close-up focused on Chloe.
The blonde socialite had stopped laughing. She held her champagne glass tightly, her eyes widening in sudden, unadulterated shock as she realized the young maid was whispering directly to the most dangerous man in the city. The artificial warmth entirely drained from her perfectly contoured face.
Elena didn't look at Chloe. She kept her brown eyes locked fiercely onto Dominic’s pitch-black stare.
"Every night," Elena stated, her voice quiet but echoing with undeniable, lethal clarity. "9:14."
Dominic’s jaw locked so tightly the muscles visibly ticked beneath his short beard. 9:14 PM was the exact time his private security detail swapped shifts at the perimeter gate. It was a precise, three-minute blind spot in the estate's massive surveillance grid. Only someone with intimate, insider knowledge of his syndicate's security protocols could exploit that specific window.
Dominic slowly leaned in closer to the young maid, his massive frame towering over her. The terrifying apex predator was fully awake.
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"What exactly did you see?" Dominic glared at her intensely, his low voice vibrating with a demonic promise of violence.
👉 Chloe began to hyperventilate in the background, entirely unaware that the maid had found something far worse than just a cheating lover.
