Chapter 8 - Victoria Seeks Refuge With Her Dangerous Underworld Allies
Stranded on a rainy Charlotte street corner with two designer suitcases, Victoria dialed Dominic Rainer’s personal cell number.
Her phone rang four times before a cold, annoyed voice answered from the other end of the secure line.
“What do you want, Victoria? You’ve already ruined months of careful planning with your amateur mistakes,” Dominic snapped.
“Nathan threw me out with nothing! You promised me financial security and protection if things went wrong!” Victoria cried out.
“I promised you a share of the empire after we won, not a bailout when you got caught bullying maids,” Dominic hissed coldly.
“If you don't send a car for me right now, I’ll walk into the FBI field office and hand over every text message you sent me,” she threatened.
A heavy silence hung over the phone line for several long seconds as Dominic weighed the risk of her desperation.
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“Stay where you are near the fountain on Trade Street; a black sedan will pick you up in ten minutes,” Dominic ordered.
Victoria pulled her trench coat tighter against the freezing rain, waiting in the shadows for a rescue that would only lead to a deeper trap.
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