Chapter 2 - The Cold Vengeance Inside Sterling's Exclusive Chicago Bistro
Vincent Kane slowly rose from his velvet armchair at the head of the private dining room table.
The heavy mahogany legs scraped against the marble floor with a low, menacing growl that silenced the entire hall.
Across the restaurant, Arthur Sterling stood frozen with a cocktail glass halfway to his mouth.
His arrogant laughter died instantly in his throat as he locked eyes with the most feared man in Chicago.
Vincent walked out from behind the velvet curtain, his custom charcoal suit fitting his broad shoulders like armor.
In his right hand, he held the crumpled, folded piece of notebook paper that four-year-old Rory had handed him.
The purple stars drawn beside the dates seemed to glow under the warm crystal chandelier light.
“Sterling,” Vincent’s voice carried across the room with effortless, chilling authority.
Arthur’s face turned the color of old parchment as he slowly lowered his glass to the polished oak bar.
“Mr. Kane,” Arthur stammered, his usual swagger evaporating into thin air before the mafia boss.
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“I didn't realize you were dining in our private section tonight, sir.”
“Clearly,” Vincent replied smoothly, his dark eyes narrowing as he stepped closer to the trembling restaurant owner.
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