Chapter 6 - THE GALA TRAP
The assassination attempt proved one thing: the Rossi family had inside information on our movements. Damiano suspected a mole. To flush them out, he orchestrated a dangerous play. The annual Syndicate Charity Gala was approaching—neutral ground where violence was strictly forbidden.
"I need you to attend with me," Damiano told me, holding out a velvet box containing a breathtaking diamond necklace. "The mole will try to make contact with the Rossis there. We need bait."
"You want to use me as bait?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I will be exactly one inch away from you the entire night," he promised, his thumb tracing my jawline, sending shivers down my spine. "Trust me, Sophia."
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I wore a midnight-blue gown that clung to my curves, making me feel like a dangerous woman instead of a terrified mother. When I walked out, Damiano looked at me as if I were the only light in his dark world. He offered his arm.
"Tonight, you are the Queen of New York," he murmured. "Let them look. Let them fear you."
