Chapter 5 - Unraveling the Dead Brother's Past
The SUV pulled into the underground parking garage of a heavily fortified brownstone tucked away in a quiet neighborhood.
Armed guards stepped forward immediately, opening the vehicle doors with practiced military precision and checking the perimeter.
Dante stepped out first, extending a hand to help Clara navigate the steep running board while holding baby Mia safely.
“Welcome to my home,” Dante said, leading them through a heavy steel door equipped with biometric security locks.
The interior was stark, modern, and impeccably clean, smelling of aged bourbon, leather, and expensive cedarwood.
Clara settled onto a plush white sofa, her eyes darting nervously toward the security monitors displaying the exterior cameras.
“You’re safe here; no one in Paris breaches these gates without leaving a trail of blood,” Dante assured her, pouring water.
May you like
He handed the glass to Clara, noting the bruises fading along her jawline from years of surviving on the margins.
“Tell me everything Gabriel told you before he died,” Dante urged, sitting down in the armchair opposite her.
