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Chapter 28
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2026-10-31 21:05:06
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Uncle, ruin me Chapter 31
JulianThe grand ballroom of the Grand Regent Hotel was a suffocating sea of black tuxedos, silk evening gowns, and glittering crystal chandeliers.The air smelled of expensive perfume, aged champagne, and the quiet, heavy weight of political power. This was the annual Legal & Municipal Gala, the one night a year where city judges, high-stakes corporate partners, district attorneys, and discreet power brokers gathered under one roof to drink top-shelf scotch and make important deals and use charity to cover them up.I walked half a step behind Dante, my hands tucked politely at my sides.I wore a tailored black tuxedo Dante had ordered directly to the penthouse two days ago, along with a crisp white shirt and a silk bow tie. It fit me perfectly, making me look far more like a young associate at a prestigious corporate firm than a twenty-two-year-old law intern who spent his mornings cross-referencing tax receipts."Keep your posture straight, Julian," Dante said softly beside me. He d
Uncle, ruin me Chapter 30
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 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
Uncle, ruin me Chapter 6
DanteJulian settled in faster than I expected and that should have been a good thing. Except it wasn’t.I stood in the living room with a glass of whiskey untouched in my hand, watching him from across the space without making it obvious. He moved around like he belonged there, opening drawers, ad
Uncle, ruin me Chapter 5
Jullian.I stood in the middle of my room with an open suitcase on my bed, staring at it like it had personally offended me. Half my closet was already folded inside, my shirts and well-tailored trousers were folded neatly inside the suitcase. I looked around my room for anything that I may be forg
Uncle, ruin me Chapter 4
DANTE'S POV I pretended to be busy with my car when Orabella came to call me for breakfast. Knowing Aldo, he would still be sour from last night's altercation.“Tell the boy to meet me here once he's had a bath,” I said to Orabella's retreating figure and she nodded.After almost an hour, he
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