Chapter 2 - Dominic Freezes At The Terrifying Accusation Inside The Foyer
The marble foyer of the Long Island mansion felt suddenly colder than the winter winds blowing off the Atlantic.
Dominic Romano froze, his hand remaining locked around the heavy grip of the concealed pistol beneath his dark wool coat.
“What did you say?” Dominic repeated, his voice dropping into a lethal whisper that made the crystal chandelier above them vibrate.
Sophie buried her tear-stained face deeper into Grace Bennett’s apron, her small shoulders shaking with suppressed terror.
Grace stood motionless, her eyes fixed on the mafia boss with a blend of profound sorrow and unwavering protectiveness.
“You heard her, Mr. Romano,” Grace said quietly, her voice steady despite the raw danger humming in the air.
Dominic stepped closer across the white marble floor, the dried blood on his French cuff gleaming under the recessed lighting.
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“My wife’s killer is dead; I hunted him down and buried him in an unmarked grave six months after the shooting,” Dominic snarled.
“That is what you were led to believe, Mr. Romano, but the real monster never left this property,” Grace replied softly.
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