Chapter 2 - Dominic Races Upstairs To Protect His Threatened Son Ethan
Dominic Moretti bolted across the ballroom floor with terrifying speed, his heavy footsteps echoing over the polished marble.
He didn't wait for the elevator, instead tearing open the wrought-iron stairwell door and taking the steps three at a time.
His heart pounded against his ribs with a fury that rivaled the adrenaline surging through his veins.
Upstairs, the heavy oak doors of Ethan’s private suite stood slightly ajar, a sliver of darkness cutting across the hallway rug.
Dominic drew his Sig Sauer pistol from its concealed holster, his thumb flicking off the safety with practiced mechanical ease.
“Ethan!” he shouted, kicking the door wide open with enough force to splinter the antique brass lock.
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The bedroom was empty, the bed unmade, and the French balcony doors leading to the courtyard were blown wide open by the autumn wind.
A single dark glove lay abandoned near the sheer curtains, fluttering softly in the draft.
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