Chapter 3 - Charles Bellamy Tries To Escape Through The Service Wing
Charles backed away from the mahogany table, his briefcase slipping slightly against his tailored wool suit jacket.
“This is an outrage! I am an officer of the court and counsel to this family!” Charles protested, his voice pitching upward.
“Shut your mouth, Charles,” Dominic warned, closing the distance between them with the silent grace of an apex predator.
Grace Carter pulled her daughter Emily back toward the service entrance, shielding the child with her own trembling body.
“Mr. Moretti, she found the phone in the sewing box, we didn't mean any trouble,” Grace whispered, terrified for her job and safety.
Vincent finally looked away from the phone, his gray eyes turning cold enough to freeze river water in mid-July.
“Grace, you and Emily stay right where you are,” Vincent instructed, his tone deceptively calm.
Charles made a sudden, desperate lunge toward the arched doorway leading to the private family corridors.
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Dominic moved like lightning, grabbing Charles by the collar of his designer jacket and slamming him against the oak paneling.
“Where do you think you’re going, counselor?” Dominic snarled, pressing his forearm firmly across the lawyer's throat.
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