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A Poor Waitress Found The Mafia Boss Tied Up With His Dogs—What Happened Next Shocked All Of Ironwood Bay / Chapter 7 / 8

Chapter 7 - Dawn Over Ironwood Bay

The cold light of dawn was just beginning to break over the jagged coastline of Maine, turning the dark gray Atlantic into a sheet of liquid silver.

The police sirens came twenty minutes later—not local cops taking orders from Declan Vance, but state troopers from Augusta, summoned by an anonymous encrypted digital transmission containing Caleb Wick’s master ledger.

By the time the cruisers swarmed the lighthouse pier with red and blue lights flashing against the frost-covered rocks, Declan Vance and his mercenaries were already tied up with their own tactical cordage, sitting in a neat, humiliated row on the cold concrete.

Nora Wick stood at the edge of the pier, her hands shoved deep into her coat pockets, the empty paring knife back where it belonged in her apron.

Silas Cade walked up beside her, wearing a fresh black coat, his silver hair catching the morning wind. He handed her a thick, manila envelope tied with heavy twine.

"What's this?" Nora asked, not looking at him.

"The deed to the Harborlight Diner," Silas said quietly. "And the title to the building. Plus a trust fund in your father’s name managed by a firm in Portland that doesn't answer to the harbor board."

Nora stared at the envelope, then turned her dark, unblinking eyes up to meet his. "I didn't save you for a payoff, Silas."

"I know you didn't," Silas replied, a faint, rare smile touching his lips. "That’s why I'm giving it to you. Ironwood Bay needs people who aren't afraid to use a lemon knife when the ice gets too thick."

He turned and looked out over the harbor, where the fishing boats were already unmooring, their engines sputtering to life as the town woke up to a new, radically different world.

"What about you?" Nora asked, watching the two massive mastiffs sitting faithfully at his heels. "What happens to you now?"

Silas looked back at her, his dark eyes sharp, intelligent, and completely unbreakable.

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My hand froze inches from the cold steel of the Sig Sauer P226. Beneath the amber glow of the bedside lamp, the source of the warmth against my side wasn't an assassin, an operative from a rival syndicate, or a traitorous lieutenant.

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The silence in the master bedroom stretched so tight I could hear the slow, heavy drip of my own pulse in my ears. Dominic Rossi’s dark eyes locked onto mine, burning with a feverish intensity that should have sent me running back down the hallway and out into the rain

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"Same thing that happens every day, Nora," the mafia boss said softly, turning back toward his black Suburban. "I own the sunrise."

And for the first time in three years, the sun rose over Ironwood Bay without a single shadow of fear.

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