Chapter 3 - Cameron Realizes He Is Dealing With Real Danger
Cameron swallowed hard, taking half a step backward as the heavy atmosphere in the VIP section pressed down on him.
The men surrounding the curved leather booth shifted simultaneously, their posture turning from casual lounging to lethal readiness.
“You’re making a massive mistake, man. Hand her over, and we can pretend this little misunderstanding never happened,” Cameron bluffed.
The mafia boss took a slow sip of amber whiskey, his dark eyes glittering with quiet, terrifying amusement.
“In my world, mistakes aren't forgiven twice, and trespassers don't get a second warning,” the boss replied softly.
“Who the hell even are you?” Cameron demanded, his voice cracking slightly under the intense, suffocating pressure of the room.
“My name is Dante Vance,” the boss answered, setting his glass down with a sharp clink against the mahogany table.
The moment the name echoed across the booth, the color vanished completely from Cameron’s face as reality finally set in.
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Dante Vance wasn't just a club owner; he was the untouchable kingpin who controlled every dock and financial wire in Manhattan.
Cameron turned on his heel and disappeared into the pulsing crowd faster than a frightened ghost fleeing sunlight.
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