CHAPTER 7
By noon the following day, the rain had cleared, leaving the clear mountain air sparkling over the pristine blue waters of Lake Tahoe.
Emma lay in the wide king-sized bed, wearing a soft silk nightgown that Nathan’s staff had provided for her comfort.
A knock sounded at the door, and Viktor stepped inside carrying a thin leather folder stamped with the seal of a high-level federal task force.
"Boss," Viktor reported quietly, casting a brief glance at Emma before focusing on Nathan. "The FBI has officially closed the investigation into the diner shooting."
"And the Sinaloa leadership?" Nathan asked, his voice dropping into a dangerous, icy whisper that chilled the warm air in the room.
"Their regional commander in Las Vegas was taken into custody two hours ago," Viktor replied with a subtle, ruthless smile. "His assets have been seized."
Nathan took the folder, scanning the pages for several seconds before closing it with a sharp, decisive snap that echoed in the quiet suite.
"They thought they could use my wife to find a weakness in my network," Nathan spoke aloud, looking over at Emma with unyielding intensity.
"Ex-wife," Emma gently corrected, pulling the soft duvet higher up around her shoulders as she looked at him.
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Nathan walked over to the side of the bed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a simple, glowing gold band.
He reached down, taking her left hand and sliding the heavy diamond-encrusted wedding ring back onto her ring finger where it belonged.
