Chapter 6 - The Lion and the MouseThe barrel of Vane’s gun glittered under the chandeliers.
Grant cringed, covering his head.
Dominic moved.
With terrifying, explosive speed, Dominic drew his Sig Sauer P226, but before he could squeeze the trigger, a sharp, metallic click echoed from behind Vane’s own security detail.
Vane’s lead enforcer suddenly lowered his weapon, turned the barrel sideways, and pressed it directly against Silas Vane’s spine.
Vane froze, his eyes widening in utter betrayal. “What are you doing?! Shoot him!”
The enforcer pulled down his balaclava slightly, revealing a familiar, cold smile. It was one of Dominic’s senior tactical commanders—a man Vane thought he had successfully bribed three weeks ago.
“Mr. Vane,” the commander said smoothly. “You really should have checked who was auditing the bribe money.”
Evelyn tilted her head, looking at Vane with calm, clinical detachment.
“You thought you bought my loyalty, Silas,” Evelyn said softly, stepping closer to him. “Dominic pays me a very generous salary. But more importantly... Dominic doesn't kill his own accountants. You, on the other hand, have a bad habit of leaving loose ends.”
Vane trembled, realizing too late that he had walked directly into a slaughterhouse disguised as a ballroom.
“Dominic,” Vane choked out, looking desperately at the mafia boss. “We can make a deal. Fifty-fifty split on the New York docks—!”
“You threatened my company,” Dominic said, his voice dropping into a dark, lethal register that made the hair on the back of everyone's neck stand up. “And more importantly... you pointed a gun at my secretary.”
Dominic raised his pistol and fired a single shot into the floor between Vane’s shoes, shattering the marble tile.
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“Take him out of my sight,” Dominic ordered without breaking eye contact.
Within seconds, Vane’s enforcers were disarmed, zip-tied, and dragged out through the service corridors by Dominic’s security team, while Vane himself was shoved backward out the door by the collar of his white tuxedo.
