Chapter 16
Vincent’s jaw clenched tightly, his eyes narrowing into two dangerous slits of pure fury.
“The Chicago Commission?” Vincent repeated, his voice dropping into a register of extreme danger.
“They claim Ethan owed them twelve million dollars in illegal gambling debts,” the security captain explained.
“And they are demanding to collect the debt from Ethan’s former wife before they leave New York.”
A cold anger flared in my chest as I realized Ethan’s web of lies went far deeper than I ever imagined.
The spineless coward hadn't just abused me; he had put a target on my back with the Midwest syndicate.
Vincent set the phone receiver back onto its cradle with extreme, icy deliberation.
He turned to his lead tactical commander standing by the door.
“Assemble thirty men in the underground garage,” Vincent ordered, his voice echoing with absolute authority.
“Nobody threatens my daughter on my territory.”
“Dad, please be careful,” I begged, gripping my sheets tightly as terror threatened to return.
Vincent turned to me, leaning down to press a warm kiss against my forehead and another on baby Leo’s head.
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“Don't worry, my sweet girl,” Vincent smiled softly, his hand resting on his gold lion walking stick.
“I am going to remind Chicago why New York belongs to the Moretti family.”
