Chapter 23
The Montreal syndicate was a brutal, disorganized cartel that relied on overwhelming violence and chaos. They lacked the sophisticated, corporate structure of the Falcone empire, making them dangerously unpredictable.
Dominic stood up, the loving father vanishing in a fraction of a second, replaced by the apex predator. "They are testing the vacuum left by Sinclair's arrest," Dominic analyzed smoothly, adjusting his cuffs. "Where are they?"
"They hijacked a weapons transport on Interstate 95," Silas reported. "They have our drivers held hostage in an abandoned lumber mill near the border."
"Prepare the heavy assault teams," Dominic commanded, his voice a lethal, vibrating hum. "We leave in ten minutes."
He turned back to Elena. The warmth in his eyes was replaced by cold, sociopathic calculation. "Keep Lily inside. Lock down the residential wing."
"Dominic," Elena stood up, her heart pounding frantically. She wasn't afraid of the violence; she was afraid for him. "Please, be careful."
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"I am the danger, Elena," Dominic whispered softly, pressing a brief, intense kiss to her forehead. "I will be back before she wakes up tomorrow."
He didn't wait for her response. He strode back into the estate, moving with the terrifying, explosive speed of a warlord preparing for a siege.
