Chapter 5 - THE TRAP CLOSES"What are you doing down there?!" Lucas’s voice boomed from the doorway.
Heavy footsteps pounded across the hardwood floor. Before I could pull my hand out of the vent, Lucas grabbed my hair, yanking me upward with a vicious jerk. I screamed, the pain tearing through my ribs.
"You lied to me!" Lucas snarled, his face twisting into rage as he saw the hard drive clutched in my fist. "You absolute bitch!"
He raised his hand back to strike me across the face.
Clang.
The heavy mahogany front door of the apartment didn't just open—it shattered inward off its reinforced hinges with a deafening crash.
Before Lucas could swing his hand, Dante Romano stepped into the hallway.
He wasn't wearing his usual pristine suit jacket; his sleeves were rolled up, exposing forearms corded with muscle, and behind him stood three towering security specialists who moved like federal operatives.
Lucas froze, his hand suspended in the air, his color draining instantly. "R-Romano? You're trespassing—this is a private residence—"
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Dante didn't look at the apartment. He didn't look at the shattered door.
His eyes were locked entirely on Lucas's hand tangled in my hair.
