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Chapter 27
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DanteThe private room in the sub-basement of Il Nido smelled of expensive Dominican tobacco, aged scotch, and cold cement.Above us, the club’s bass vibrated through the reinforced ceiling in a dull, rhythmic thud, but down here, behind three inches of soundproofed steel doors, the air was as still as a tomb.Don Alejandro Moretti sat at the head of the dark oak table, his heavy gold signet ring catching the low amber light of the chandelier. To his left sat two senior lieutenants, their faces hardened by decades of violence. To his right, I sat with my suit jacket unbuttoned, a thick leather folio open before me."Santori is pushing through the city zoning board," Alejandro said, his gravelly voice cutting cleanly through the ambient hum of the room. He spat a thin stream of cigar smoke toward the low ceiling. "He’s trying to freeze our secondary permits for the southern docks. He thinks if he chokes our real estate expansion, the council will force us to renegotiate the freight ann
Uncle, ruin me Chapter 29
JulianThe crisp autumn air outside the firm did nothing to cool the persistent heat prickling at the back of my neck.I stood near the edge of the granite steps outside the building’s main entrance, adjusting the leather strap of my briefcase over my shoulder. It was barely 8:30 AM, but the downtown sidewalk was already humming with commuters in dark coats, rushing past with steaming coffee cups and hushed morning conversations.As I pulled my collar up against the wind, my eyes naturally drifted toward the street corner.Parked beside a silver fire hydrant fifty yards away was a sleek, black sedan with heavily tinted windows. It wasn't Dante’s car, his private sedan had distinctive custom rims and a low, heavy chassis, but something about it felt strangely familiar. I had seen the exact same vehicle idling down the block when I left the penthouse this morning.I paused, staring at the dark windshield. For a split second, I thought I caught the faint outline of two broad-shouldered m
Uncle, ruin me Chapter 28
DanteBy 3:00 AM, the city below the thirty-fifth floor was nothing more than a grid of dying neon and dark asphalt. I sat behind his desk, the solitary glow of a green-banker’s lamp casting sharp, geometric shadows across my face. On the desk lay a single black leather binder, unbranded and it was delivered less than twenty minutes ago by a courier who had already vanished into the night.The chief of security and intelligence I employed for internal counter-intelligence did not write fluffy summaries. His files always contained cold, raw financial surveillance: bank records, offshore wire transfers, encrypted call logs, and notarized gambling markers from illegal high-stakes tables running out of the harbor district and I’m sure this one in front of me was no different.I took the binder in my hands and turned each page with a slow, deliberate snap of my wrist.I got to what I was looking for after a few turns.Marcus Crowe.Senior partner at Boardman & Associates. A man who present
Uncle, ruin me Chapter 27
JulianThe rain had returned by late evening, tapping a steady, rhythmic cadence against the high glass windows of the penthouse.After Dante left the doorway of my bedroom with his heavy footsteps fading into the long marble corridor toward his study, the room felt suddenly too vast. The air still carried the faint, intoxicating lingering scent of his cologne and my jaw still tingled where his thumb had pressed into my skin moments before.“If Crowe, or anyone else at that firm, asks you detailed questions about my schedule or anything about me, you tell me immediately.”I sat on the edge of the large bed, my unbuttoned light blue oxford shirt hanging loosely off my shoulders. I reached down, slowly unbuckling my belt and setting it on the nightstand beside my law textbooks.Dante’s warning hadn't sounded like a lecture. It had sounded like a shield.I knew I was supposed to be tired. I had spent a long time at work, staring at endless lines of fine print until my eyes burned. But
Uncle, ruin me Chapter 26
DanteThe rain had stopped by 8:00 PM, leaving the penthouse windows covered in a thin, shimmering film of water that distorted the city lights into sharp, bleeding streaks. I sat at the large heavy desk in my private study, I had taken my coat off and my white shirt sleeves were rolled up to my forearms. A single lamp illuminated the mountain of papers before me, there were quite a bunch of things to do; harbor manifest cross-checks, shell company tax registrations, and the physical deeds to the port commercial block.I stared at the satellite phone that was next to me like I was expecting something but it was silent.I picked up my fountain pen, but I didn't sign the document in front of him, not yet. My eyes remained fixed on a single line of print on the Panamanian holding affidavit, it was the secondary municipal routing code that had been off by a single digit during yesterday’s preliminary review.One of the investigators had confirmed hours ago that the discrepancy was cleare
Uncle, ruin me Chapter 25
JulianThe fluorescent lights in the storage room of the firm buzzed with a low, hypnotic hum that made my head ache.I had stayed there to get some of the files Mr Crowe had asked us to refer to.I returned to my desk immediately and I had retrieved the files. It had been a weird war in my head whenever I came face to face with Owen after that day but he seemed to have been over it, or at least I thought. Claire herself never mentioned anything, it seemed like the memory of Owen and I kissing was completely wiped off. She never gave me weird smirks or weird looks.I wore my dark gray trousers and a light blue oxford shirt with the sleeves rolled neatly to my elbows. I tried to look like every other eager law intern focused, diligent, and entirely unbothered by the mountain of mind-numbing administrative work dumped onto my lap.In reality, my thoughts were miles away, trapped inside the quiet glass walls of Dante’s penthouse.Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the phantom pressure o
Uncle, ruin me Chapter 3
JULIAN’S POV The last time I saw Mother angry, I was probably still struggling to pronounce words properly. In this dark world, she was the ray of sunshine. I loved how she loved me and tried to protect me but there's only so much she could do. My hands moved quickly as I piled the plates
Uncle, ruin me Chapter 2
DANTE'S POV Julian was a pretty boy. He had always been but after fifteen years, he looked too delicate to be involved in the family business. I was glad Orabella was trying to make him take another path. His lashes fluttered as he looked up at me briefly. I could tell he was skeptical about l
Uncle, ruin me Chapter 1
JULIAN’S POVThe devil I know is better than the angel I didn't. Problem is, I didn't know any angels. Born into a life like this, there were just devils and devils and they showed up when you least expected.Tonight's surprise was Dante Martinez. He arrived at dinner fifteen years late with a suit
Uncle, ruin me Chapter 7
JULLIAN“Get dressed.”I blinked, looking up from the notes spread across the small desk in my room. “I am dressed.”Dante stood by the door, leaning against the frame like he owned the space, which, technically, he did.“Not for where we’re going.”“And where is that?”“Around.”I frowned. “Around
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