Chapter 4 - THE SAFE HOUSE
We arrived at a penthouse overlooking the skyline—a heavily fortified fortress hidden among the clouds. Dominic poured two glasses of scotch—safe ones this time—and slid one across the marble island to me. “You saved my life. Why?” The question was a demand, leaving no room for evasion. I told him everything: my father's disappearance, the Castellano debt, and the impossible choice forced upon me tonight. He listened in complete silence, the gears of a ruthless mind turning behind his stoic expression. “Your father didn't lose that money gambling,” he finally said. “It was a setup. A family secret buried beneath a mountain of lies. And you were just their convenient pawn.”
