Chapter 7 - Vincent DeLuca Denies All Knowledge Of The Conspiracy
The encrypted landline on Adrian’s mahogany desk began ringing with a secure, high-priority frequency.
Marcus walked into the office and handed the receiver to Adrian without a word.
“Cross,” Adrian answered, his voice devoid of emotion.
“Adrian! What the hell is going on at Hawthorne Estate? My daughter is calling me in hysterics!” Vincent DeLuca’s gravelly voice roared through the line.
“Somebody planted a loaded firearm inside Vivian’s wedding dress before the ceremony, Vincent,” Adrian stated flatly.
A heavy, stunned silence hung over the secure line for several seconds before the aging mafia boss spoke again.
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“That wasn't my doing, Adrian. My men wouldn't cross a line like that on our wedding day.”
“I know,” Adrian replied, glancing out the window toward the garden. “Which means we have a leak on both sides.”
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