Todos los capítulos de The Don’s Amnesia: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 9

"Take off her black diamond ring."Dominic stood at the far end of the long table. His voice was low, but every word cut sharp through the empty meeting room.Eight core managers of the family sat along the table. Nobody spoke. Several Glocks lay right by their hands on the tablecloth.I sat in the single seat reserved for the finance chief, staring at him.Last night, they dragged him home covered in blood. He woke up, stared at me for a long time, and told the doctor with a cold face: "I don't know her."I didn't sleep a wink all night. I dispatched three private patrol squads to lock down the blocks. I secretly brought in two neurosurgeons from the next state over.Then came three hours ago. I pushed open the door to the third-floor suite with the signed patrol invoices in my hand.Sienna sat right on his lap.Dominic had both hands clamped hard around her waist, his rhythm rough and desperate.Sienna threw her head back, gasping between breaths. "You swore this was mine to run this

"The dead loop won't resolve! The counterparty's capital pool is completely frozen!"On the third afternoon after leaving the Corvin estate, my encrypted backup phone buzzed with an SOS distress code from my loyal guy on the old finance team.A second later, the connection was forcibly cut.A system broadcast popped up on the screen showing Sienna took over root control, with an all-hands alert: "Anyone caught contacting removed personnel will be dealt with by the rules. The new algorithm is live. No outside interference is required."I took one cold glance, popped the SIM card out, snapped it in half, and dropped it into a trash can inside the private Manhattan club.Over the past three days, sitting in a private suite behind bulletproof glass, I locked in my onboarding package with two trust fixers sent from Zurich. What they wanted was my laundering and settlement network that ran clean across Europe. What I wanted was Switzerland's highest-tier armed protection and identity cleansi

"Why the hell are you yelling at me?!"Sienna shot Dominic a wounded look. She spun around and shoved her finger in my face. Her voice tore through the hall. "Two years ago, during that three-hundred-million-dollar South American military deal! I tapped the backup port too. I skimmed eight hundred grand in fees, and nothing went wrong! Why is it my fault just because it's the Russians this time?!"The entire hall dropped dead silent.I stood in place. My fingers tightened on the knife box.Two years ago. The FBI raided our South American pipeline thirty minutes before closing. Interpol hit our Panama money houses. The family elders banged on the table, demanding blood. They got right in my face and screamed about a rat.Dominic made me give up thirty percent of my family shares in front of everyone. He threw me into a closed-door federal hearing. Forty-eight hours of non-stop interrogation.I did not sleep for two days and two nights. When my body gave out, I bit my tongue hard. Facing

I looked right past him. I gripped the knife box and walked around his side. "Tell your dogs to back off."The two Swiss security guards stepped up. They escorted me forward. Even here in New York, they had Zurich backing them. Dominic could not touch me unless he wanted a full-blown war with my clients. All he could do was watch me walk away.My heels clicked against the marble floor. I headed straight for the private exit."Camilla! Stop right there!"A shrill scream came from behind.Sienna did not care about her ruined makeup or her swollen face. She chased after me in quick, clumsy steps. She pointed at my back and yelled for the whole hallway to hear. "Who the hell do you think you are?! Without the Corvin name, you're nothing on the street! You're trash!""Shut your damn mouth!"Dominic shoved her hard.He sent his mistress sprawling against the wall. He did not even look at her. He sprinted to my car and threw his arms out to block the door.All that rage from the ballroom was

"Shut up!"I jammed the barrel down hard against Sienna's temple. The pain choked the scream right out of her throat. Nothing came out except a pathetic whimper.Across the room, the three elders looked like corpses. Old Vito slammed his cane against the floor. Veins bulged across the back of his hands."Camilla, put the gun down!" Vito barked. "Enough blood on the floor tonight! Don't blow our last card right now!"Moretti stared at Sienna trapped under my boot against the broken glass. He ground his teeth and spilled the whole truth."We have no time left! Two days ago, this stupid bitch tried to cover the Antwerp position! She sold off all our reserve gold from the federal depository behind our backs! The shipment was hijacked the second it hit the street! Forget sixty million in cash. We don't even have six million!"Old Vito wiped cold sweat from his forehead. He forced a sickening smile."Camilla, you and Dominic were husband and wife. Leave us a way out. When you first walked th