Chapter 6 - THE RIVAL’S GAMBIT
A month passed, and the dynamic in the house shifted entirely. Julian started eating dinner with them. The cold, empty mansion began to feel dangerously like a home. Clara found herself looking for Julian, her heart racing whenever his dark car pulled up the driveway.
Dante Moretti, the rival boss, was losing ground. Julian was ruthless, systematically dismantling the Moretti empire in retaliation for the attack on his home. But Dante was a rat backed into a corner, and rats were cunning.
It happened on a Tuesday. Clara had taken the twins to a private, heavily guarded pediatrician appointment downtown. Two SUVs of security flanked them.
It was a setup.
As they exited the clinic, an eighteen-wheeler slammed into the lead security vehicle, flipping it into the air. Gunfire rained down from the rooftops.
"Get down!" Clara screamed, throwing the twins to the floor of the backseat as their driver was hit. The car swerved, crashing into a concrete pillar.
Men swarmed the vehicle. The doors were ripped open. Clara fought tooth and nail, biting, kicking, screaming, but a man grabbed her by the hair and yanked her out. Another man grabbed the twins.
"Let them go!" Clara shrieked.
A man in a tailored white suit stepped out of the smoke. Dante Moretti. He had a cruel, asymmetrical smile. He looked at Clara, then at the crying twins.
"Calveti loves his brats," Dante mused. "But my inside man tells me he’s been spending an awful lot of time with the nanny. Looking at her like she hung the moon."
Dante grabbed Clara’s jaw, squeezing hard. "Let's see if the Devil of Chicago will trade his empire for his heart."
He signaled his men. "Leave the kids. Take the woman. Julian will come for her. And when he does, we end him."
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They threw a bag over Clara’s head, and the world went black.
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