Chapter 7 - BETRAYAL IN THE RANKS
For two weeks, the cabin became a strange, isolated paradise. Dominic was attentive, protective, and completely utterly obsessed with my pregnancy. He made sure I ate, he made sure I rested, and he listened to every medical detail I could provide. We talked for hours by the fire, unraveling the layers of the ruthless Don to reveal a fiercely loyal man who had been shaped by a brutal upbringing. I was falling in love with him, and it terrified me.
But the peace was a fragile illusion.
On a freezing Tuesday morning, a black SUV pulled up to the cabin. It wasn't one of Dominic's regular rotations. It was Enzo, Dominic’s second-in-command, a man with cold, dead eyes whom I had never trusted.
Dominic stepped out onto the porch, leaving me inside. I watched through the window, my hand resting instinctively on my slight stomach.
"Boss," Enzo said, his breath pluming in the cold air. "We found the leak. We know how the Falcones breached the penthouse."
"Who was it?" Dominic asked, his voice returning to that icy, unfeeling mafia tone.
Enzo smirked, pulling a weapon from his coat faster than a snake strike. "It was me, boss."
Before Dominic could draw his own gun, Enzo fired. The bullet tore through Dominic's shoulder, throwing him backward onto the wooden deck. Blood exploded onto the pristine white snow.
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I screamed.
"Kill the girl!" Enzo shouted to the three heavily armed men spilling out of the SUV. "The Falcones want the Moretti bloodline dead!"
