Chapter 3 - THE DROP OF A PIN
Isabella’s breath hitched. She looked wildly around the room, realizing the terrifying truth: no one was coming to help her. The socialites were frozen, the bodyguards were waiting for Dominic’s nod, and her husband was looking at her as if she were a stranger who had just walked into his home.
"You’ve been skimming," Dominic said to his wife, though his eyes never left Elara. "Not from my shipments. From my ghost accounts. The ones only you had the routing numbers to."
"Dominic, please," Isabella choked out, tears finally spilling over her diamond-dusted cheeks. "The Morettis threatened my brother. They said if I didn't funnel them capital, they would kill him."
"Your brother has been dead for three years," Dominic replied, his voice dropping in temperature. "Try again."
Elara adjusted her cuffs, the starched white fabric immaculate. "She’s buying her way out. The Morettis offered her a seat at their table and protection in exchange for funding their new port acquisition. She was planning to leave you on Tuesday, Dominic. Right after she drained the Cayman reserves."
Dominic finally broke eye contact with Elara and turned to his wife. The silence in the room was absolute. Even the rain against the glass seemed to hush.
"Vincent," Dominic said softly.
"Yes, Boss."
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"Take my wife to the basement of the Chelsea property. Let her pack one bag. Then put her on a plane to nowhere. If I ever see her face in my city again, I won't ask questions."
Isabella screamed as two men dragged her from the room. Dominic smoothed his tie and looked back at Elara. "Now. Sit down."
