Chapter 9 - Secrets Of The Boston Harbor Unfold Inside Armor
The Maybach glided smoothly across the Zakim Bridge, heading south toward the working-class stretch of Quincy.
Inside the cabin, the silence was thick, broken only by the low hum of the climate control system.
Dominic sat beside her, staring straight ahead through the tinted windshield without making a single untoward advance.
“Why are you doing this?” Khloe finally asked, breaking the tension as the city skyline faded behind them.
“Doing what?” Dominic asked, turning his slate-gray eyes slowly toward her face.
“Intervening, buying the restaurant, chasing me down in a luxury car. Men like you don’t help waitresses for free,” Khloe noted.
“Men like me spend their entire lives surrounded by people wearing expensive masks and lying to our faces,” Dominic replied.
“And I’m not wearing a mask?” Khloe challenged, crossing her thick arms defensively over her chest.
“You threw hot butter over a senator’s daughter because she tripped you. That is the most honest thing I’ve seen all year,” Dominic smirked.
Khloe looked out the window at the dark ocean water, feeling a reluctant warmth spread through her chest.
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Perhaps Dominic Costello wasn’t just another arrogant predator wrapped in an Italian suit.
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