Chapter 6 - The Traitor Was Someone Dominic Had Loved Like Family—And He Had Already Placed Me in Their HandsDominic read the letter.
His face went still.
“Who?”
I asked.
“I don't know.”
“You trust everyone?”
“No.”
“Then who has access to your organization?”
He named three people.
Marcus.
His financial director, Victor.
And his oldest family adviser, Samuel Cross.
I remembered Samuel.
He had visited my apartment once when I was younger.
He had brought groceries.
He had smiled.
He had called me “little Grace.”
I suddenly felt sick.
Dominic ordered background checks.
Samuel's financial records were clean.
Victor's were clean.
Marcus's were clean.
Then we found something.
Samuel had been sending encrypted payments to an offshore account.
For twenty-one years.
Dominic confronted him.
Samuel didn't deny it.
“I had no choice.”
Dominic's voice was deadly.
“You betrayed me.”
“I protected you.”
“From what?”
“Your father.”
Samuel revealed that he had believed our father was planning to destroy Dominic.
But then Samuel admitted something worse.
He wasn't the mastermind.
He had been taking orders from someone above him.
Someone who still controlled the organization.
Someone known only as The Architect.
The Architect had orchestrated the Vale family's collapse.
The assassination attempt.
My disappearance.
Dominic's rise.
Even Dominic's shooting.
It had all been part of one plan.
Samuel gave us one location.
An underground casino beneath Boston Harbor.
We went there.
But someone was waiting.
Gunfire erupted.
Marcus pulled me behind a concrete pillar.
Dominic fired back.
Then a voice came through the darkness.
“You've always been predictable, Dominic.”
May you like
Dominic froze.
The voice belonged to our father.
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