Chapter 4 - SHADOWS ON THE WALL
The next two days were a psychological torture chamber, masked by the mundane routine of mafia logistics. Dominic played the fool flawlessly. He signed forged documents, approved fake security rotas, and left them out in the open on his desk, knowing Serena would photograph them the moment he left the room.
Through the hidden cameras, he watched her. He watched the woman he had loved sneak into his sanctuary, betraying him with the casual ease of someone pouring a cup of coffee. He listened to the recordings Tony pulled from the bug.
“He’s practically handing it to us,” Serena’s voice echoed in the basement bunker, laced with cruel amusement. “He’s pulling the guards off the pier. It’s just going to be Marcus and the asset.”
“Don’t underestimate him,” Marcus’s voice crackled back through the phone. “Dominic didn’t survive this long by being stupid.”
“He’s blind, Marcus. Blinded by me.”
Down in the bunker, Tony spat on the concrete floor. “I always hated her. Smelled like cheap ambition wrapped in expensive perfume.”
Dominic didn’t laugh. He was busy cleaning his father’s custom 1911 pistol. The metallic clack of the slide being racked echoed loudly in the small room.
“Let them think I’m blind,” Dominic said, loading the magazine. “It will make the light that much more painful when it hits their eyes.”
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He needed to ensure Marcus wouldn't walk away from Pier 47. But more than that, he needed to tear out the infection entirely. He ordered Tony to dig into Marcus’s financials. The results were damning. Marcus had been siphoning money from their legitimate shell companies for two years, funneling it to a cartel down south to buy their backing for his impending coup.
Dominic wasn’t just fighting a betrayal of the heart; he was fighting a hostile takeover.
