Chapter 8 - Samuel Kidnapped My Mother—Then He Made One Fatal Mistake by Calling Me Instead of DominicSamuel called at midnight.
His voice was calm.
“I have your mother.”
Dominic grabbed the phone.
“Touch her and—”
Samuel interrupted.
“Not you.”
Silence.
“I want Elena.”
I took the phone.
“Where?”
“Old Harbor Hotel.”
“What do you want?”
“The ledger.”
“I don't have it.”
“You do.”
He hung up.
Dominic looked at me.
“You're not going.”
“Yes, I am.”
“No.”
“He has my mother.”
“He wants you.”
“Then I'll go.”
Dominic stared at me.
“I won't let you.”
“You don't get to decide.”
He looked wounded.
Then nodded.
“Fine.”
We went together.
But Samuel had underestimated us.
He had also underestimated my mother.
She had already escaped.
The hotel room was empty.
Except for a recorder.
Samuel's voice played.
“You're too late.”
Then the door locked.
Gas filled the room.
Marcus smashed the window.
We escaped.
Samuel's real target wasn't my mother.
It was the hospital.
He had planted evidence that would make Dominic appear responsible for the shooting.
Within hours, every news station reported that Dominic Vale had ordered an attack against a federal witness.
Federal agents surrounded his businesses.
His accounts were frozen.
His empire began collapsing.
Dominic looked at me.
“They're taking everything.”
I shook my head.
“No.”
“What?”
“They're taking what they think belongs to you.”
I held up the final memory card.
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“But we have something they don't.”
“The truth.”
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