Chapter 10 - The Queen’s Gambit
The courtroom was packed to the gills. Reporters, federal agents, rival mob bosses, and curious onlookers crammed into the oak-paneled room, all waiting to catch a glimpse of the fallen king of the Chicago underworld.
When Vincent Carter was led in through the side doors, he looked like a shadow of his former self. His hair was unkempt, his tailored suits replaced by an orange jumpsuit, his eyes hollow and haunted by the ghosts of his own hubris.
He scanned the courtroom frantically, searching the rows of benches for a familiar face, a shred of pity, a lifeline.
And then, his eyes locked onto the front row.
I sat there in a bespoke white Chanel suit, flanked by my legal team and holding my baby boy in my arms. I wasn't hiding behind sunglasses or cowering in fear. I looked straight at him, my chin held high, my gaze as unyielding as iron.
As the judge slammed his gavel down, beginning the reading of the federal indictment, Vincent finally understood the fatal error of his life.
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He thought he was the most feared mafia boss in Chicago.
He never realized he had married the storm.
