Chapter 7 - A Luxurious Safe Haven Provided By Chicago's Most Feared
An hour later, Mara and Rory found themselves seated in the plush leather interior of a bulletproof Maybach sedan.
The car sliced silently through the rainy Chicago streets, heading away from the glittering lights of downtown toward the Gold Coast.
Vincent Kane sat across from them in the spacious cabin, sipping black coffee from a silver thermos cup.
“You don't have to worry about rent, groceries, or medical bills starting tonight, Mara,” Vincent said without looking up.
“Mr. Kane, I can't accept charity from you,” Mara protested softly, her pride warring with her desperate exhaustion.
“It’s not charity; it’s back-pay with compounded interest, plus compensation for emotional distress,” Vincent replied calmly.
“Besides, your daughter is the only person in Chicago brave enough to audit my favorite bistro's payroll.”
A faint, tired smile touched the corners of Mara’s mouth as she looked down at Rory, who was already fast asleep.
The Maybach turned through a pair of wrought-iron security gates, pulling up to a sprawling, private limestone mansion.
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“Welcome to your new temporary home,” Vincent said as the chauffeur opened the heavy rear door for them.
Mara stepped out into the courtyard, realizing her life had taken an irreversible, terrifying, and miraculous turn.
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