CHAPTER 8
"Stay here with Marco," Leo commanded, checking the chamber of a sleek black sidearm before sliding it into his holster. "The walls are reinforced steel; nothing gets through these doors."
"Leo, please be careful!" I cried out, standing up from the couch and reaching for his hand before he could step out of the room. "Don't leave me alone!"
Leo stopped, turning back to look at me with a rare, breathtaking smile that completely transformed his stern, masculine features.
"I always come back to you, small one," he murmured softly, leaning down to press a warm, lingering kiss against my forehead.
He stepped out into the hallway, the heavy blast door sliding shut behind him with a loud, hydraulic hiss that sealed me safely inside the bunker.
On the surveillance monitors mounted above the sofa, I watched as dozens of armed Moretti operatives took strategic positions around the perimeter gates.
A convoy of dark SUVs attempted to breach the front gates, but Leo’s tactical team executed a flawless, high-speed interception that neutralized the threat within three minutes.
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Leo appeared on the main screen, standing calmly in the center of the driveway as the rival leader was disarmed and forced to his knees in the rain.
With absolute precision and authority, Leo settled the dispute without firing a single unnecessary shot, proving why he ruled the Chicago underground unchallenged.
