Chapter 3 - THE SHADOWS BENEATH
The memorial dinner ended before the main course was served. Vincent had the estate locked down. In his soundproof study, Dante sat across from Vincent, attempting to laugh off a toddler’s imagination.
"Vince, you're not going to listen to a child. The maid is obviously stealing, and the kid is covering for her."
Vincent poured two glasses of scotch. He didn't hand one to Dante. "I checked the garage logs, Dante. Clara’s car left the estate three times last week during the exact hours the dock shipments went dark. You used a single mother as a mule."
Dante’s eyes hardened, the charm dropping like a dead weight. "You've been weak since Sofia died. The family needs capital. I secured it. You just sit in this mausoleum mourning a ghost."
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Vincent didn't yell. He didn't draw a weapon. He simply pressed a button under his desk. Aldo Rinaldi, the family lawyer, entered with two armed enforcers.
"You are stripped of your rank, Dante," Vincent said coldly. "You are confined to the guest house until I decide what to do with you. If you attempt to leave, you will be shot."
