Chapter 5 - Nora Explains Her Traumatic Past To The Boss
The Maybach glided silently through the empty streets of Manhattan, carrying them toward the glittering lights of the Upper East Side.
Nora stared down at her bruised hands resting nervously in her lap, watching the city blur past in streaks of neon.
“Cameron used to be charming when we first met two years ago,” Nora began softly, breaking the heavy silence in the cabin.
“Abusers rarely start with violence. They start with perfection until you’re completely isolated from everyone,” Dante noted quietly.
“He took my savings, cut off my phone, and made me believe I was losing my mind every time I tried to leave,” she admitted.
Dante listened with absolute attention, his expression hardening with cold fury as she detailed the months of psychological torture.
“Why didn't you go to the police? Why run to a club instead of a precinct?” Dante asked without judgment in his tone.
“Because Cameron’s uncle is a high-ranking city prosecutor. Every time I tried to report him, the reports mysteriously vanished,” she wept.
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Dante reached out, gently placing his warm, calloused hand over her trembling fingers to anchor her in the present moment.
“You don't ever have to look over your shoulder again, Nora. In my house, you answer to no one,” he promised firmly.
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