Chapter 3 - Celeste Romano Plans Her Devastating Counter-Strike Move
Miles away across the misty harbor, Celeste Romano smashed her crystal coffee mug against the mahogany study wall.
Hot dark liquid splattered across the Persian rug, staining the expensive fabric in a jagged, dark pattern.
“A housekeeper!” Celeste screamed, her manicured fingers digging into the edges of her French silk dressing gown.
Her father’s top enforcer, Marcus, stood silently by the doorway with his hands folded neatly behind his back.
“The rumor is confirmed across every allied family from New York down to Providence, Miss Romano,” Marcus stated quietly.
“Luciano made a fool of me in front of the entire eastern seaboard commission,” Celeste hissed through gritted teeth.
The alliance between the Costa and Romano families was supposed to secure their mutual dominance over shipping lanes.
Instead, a curvy kitchen employee had seemingly stepped into the role meant for a Romano heiress since childhood.
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“If Luciano wants to play domestic house with kitchen help, we will burn his little empire to the ground,” Celeste vowed coldly.
She picked up her encrypted satellite phone to activate a network of corrupt federal inspectors and disgruntled syndicate rivals.
