Chapter 3 - The Man Who Wanted to Protect Her—and the Woman Who Refused to Be Owned
Anna spent the next two days working from home under the supervision of her company's remote security team.
She hated every minute of it.
She hated the uncertainty more than the inconvenience. She hated that someone had used the restraining order against her as a reason to monitor her movements. She hated knowing that the account investigation involved people who could afford to turn an ordinary workday into a threat.
Most of all, she hated feeling that her life had become smaller.
On the third morning, she opened her front door and found a security officer standing in the hallway.
He wore a dark suit and carried a small folder.
“Ms. Sullivan?”
“Yes.”
“My name is Daniel Price. I've been assigned to monitor the building entrance.”
“By whom?”
“Your property manager requested additional coverage.”
Anna stared at him.
“Did Gabriel Romano arrange this?”
The officer hesitated.
That was answer enough.
Anna closed the door.
She called the property manager, who confirmed that a private security company had offered to provide temporary coverage after learning about the garage incident.
“Who requested it?” Anna asked.
“The arrangement came through a business associate.”
“Gabriel Romano?”
Another pause.
“I'm not at liberty to discuss client arrangements.”
Anna ended the call.
Then she phoned Gabriel.
He answered after two rings.
“Anna.”
“Did you send a security officer to my building?”
“I approved temporary coverage after the garage incident.”
“You didn't ask me.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I believed it would reduce the risk to you.”
“Did it occur to you that having a stranger stand outside my apartment might make me feel watched?”
Gabriel was silent for a moment.
“Yes.”
“Then why do it?”
“Because I made a decision based on what I thought was best rather than asking what you wanted.”
The admission disarmed her.
She had prepared for an argument. She had expected him to explain that powerful men needed to make difficult decisions or insist that he had saved her life.
Instead, he acknowledged the mistake.
“I don't want a guard outside my door,” she said. “I will cooperate with my employer's security team, and I'll contact the police if Christopher violates the order again. But I need to be able to leave my apartment without wondering who is watching.”
“Understood.”
“Will you cancel the arrangement?”
“Yes.”
“Today?”
“Within the hour.”
She exhaled.
“Thank you.”
“Anna?”
“What?”
“If you ever decide you want additional protection, you can ask. Otherwise, I won't arrange anything for you without your permission.”
She believed he meant it.
That did not mean she trusted him completely.
It meant she was willing to observe whether his actions matched his words.
At noon, Anna returned to her office to meet with Helen and the company's legal team.
They had discovered that the fourteen companies under investigation shared a connection to a transportation holding group that had recently acquired several warehouse properties near the Chicago River.
The holding group was registered through multiple layers of ownership.
One layer led to an entity associated with the Romano organization.
Another led to a business controlled by the Rizzos.
A third had no clear owner.
Anna studied the chart.
“This is not ordinary money laundering,” she said.
Helen looked up.
“Explain.”
“The transfers are too carefully arranged. The accounts are opened, used for a specific set of payments, and then closed before routine monitoring catches the pattern. But the amounts are inconsistent. Whoever designed this expected some transfers to fail.”
“Why would they expect that?”
“To identify which banks were watching them.”
Helen leaned back.
“You believe they were testing the monitoring systems.”
“Yes. And if that's true, the money may be secondary.”
“What do you think they're after?”
Anna tapped the chart.
“Access to the system itself. Once they understand which transactions are flagged, they can move much larger sums through accounts that look ordinary.”
Helen's expression grew serious.
“That would make the account restrictions more important than we understood.”
“It would.”
Anna returned to her desk and began drafting a summary for the independent investigators.
She did not know that, across the city, Gabriel was confronting the man who had helped expose her to danger.
Marcus Vale arrived at the private office shortly after three.
He appeared composed, wearing a dark suit and carrying the same leather folder he brought to every meeting.
“Gabriel,” he said. “You wanted to see me?”
Gabriel gestured toward a chair.
“Sit down.”
Marcus looked at Nico, who stood near the door.
“Is this about the warehouse acquisition?”
“No.”
Gabriel placed a printed record on the desk.
“Do you recognize this payment?”
Marcus glanced at it.
His expression remained neutral.
“It looks like a consulting fee.”
“The consulting company belongs to you.”
“Through an investment vehicle.”
“Which you failed to disclose.”
Marcus shrugged.
“I didn't consider it material.”
Gabriel placed another page beside the first.
“And this access record?”
Marcus's eyes moved across the document.
For the first time, his expression changed.
“You've been monitoring my movements?”
“I monitor access to my properties. Someone disabled the cameras in a garage and arranged for an employee's parking information to be copied.”
Marcus leaned back.
“I had nothing to do with that.”
“Your company paid the man who arranged it.”
“I paid dozens of security contractors. I cannot be responsible for every decision they make.”
“That's convenient.”
Marcus's jaw tightened.
“What are you accusing me of?”
Gabriel studied him.
“I'm asking whether you provided information about Anna Sullivan to the Rizzos.”
Marcus laughed.
“A financial investigator? Why would I care about her?”
“Because she uncovered a pattern in the accounts you managed.”
Silence followed.
Gabriel continued.
“You knew which transactions were under review. You knew when the restrictions would take effect. And you arranged for a man to obtain that information by threatening the investigator.”
Marcus stared at him.
“You have no idea what you're dealing with.”
“Then explain it.”
Marcus looked toward Nico.
“This should remain a private conversation.”
Gabriel's expression hardened.
“No. The parking garage incident is already part of an official investigation. My company will preserve every relevant record and provide it to the authorities.”
Marcus stood.
“You would hand over your own records?”
“If they establish wrongdoing, yes.”
“You'll destroy the entire organization.”
“Perhaps the parts that deserve to be destroyed.”
For several seconds, Marcus appeared unable to respond.
Then he gave a bitter smile.
“Your father would be ashamed of you.”
Gabriel's eyes turned cold.
“My father is not here to tell me what he would think.”
Marcus gathered his folder.
“If you expose this, the Rizzos will retaliate.”
“Then the investigators will learn what they are capable of.”
Marcus left without another word.
Gabriel remained seated.
Nico watched the closed door.
“Do you believe he is working for them?”
“Yes.”
“Then why let him leave?”
“Because we have evidence, not a confession. I want the records preserved before anyone has an opportunity to destroy them.”
Nico nodded.
Gabriel continued.
“Also, we need to understand how far the information has spread. If Vale has been passing internal records to the Rizzos, there may be others.”
By evening, the investigation had expanded.
The authorities had traced several payments to companies associated with the Rizzo network. They had also identified an account used to pay Peter Walsh, the security employee who disabled the cameras.
Anna's name appeared in the original payment request.
It was written beside a short instruction.
Pressure only. Obtain the schedule. Do not damage the device.
The instruction had been sent to Marcus Vale.
Gabriel read it twice.
Pressure only.
It was an attempt to make the operation appear less serious than it was. Whoever wrote it had expected fear to do the work that a weapon did not.
Yet Christopher had brought a tire iron into the garage.
The distinction did not matter to Anna.
Gabriel understood that now.
He called Rebecca Shaw, his attorney, and authorized the preservation of all communications involving Vale, Peter Walsh, and the shell companies under review.
Then he made a decision.
He would not contact Anna to discuss the evidence.
Her employer and the investigators had to handle the case independently.
Instead, he asked Rebecca to inform Helen that his company would cooperate fully.
For once, doing the right thing required him to stay away.
That evening, Anna received a notification from the police.
Christopher Lane had been formally charged with violating the restraining order and making threats. Investigators were also examining his communications with individuals connected to the Rizzos.
She felt relieved.
Then another message arrived.
It came from a number she did not recognize.
You think the police can protect you because one rich man intervened?
Anna stared at the screen.
A second message followed.
Ask Gabriel what happened to his first fiancée.
Her stomach tightened.
She took screenshots, sent them to her lawyer, and forwarded them to the police.
Then she sat very still.
She had seen the name Gabriel Romano in the news for years. She knew there were stories about violence, business disputes, and women whose relationships with powerful men had ended badly.
But she had never heard anything about a fiancée.
She did not want to investigate his private life.
She also knew that ignoring information could be dangerous when someone was deliberately trying to frighten her.
The next morning, Anna requested a meeting with Helen and the legal team.
She showed them the messages.
Helen's expression changed.
“This appears intended to intimidate you through your association with the investigation.”
“I haven't associated myself with Gabriel.”
“You encountered him during the incident. He owns a company under review. That may be enough for someone to create a story.”
Anna nodded.
“Can the police determine who sent it?”
“They will try. In the meantime, keep your personal communications separate from work, and do not respond to the sender.”
Anna agreed.
At lunchtime, she received a call from Claire.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
“Your voice says otherwise.”
Anna hesitated, then explained the messages.
Claire listened carefully.
“Do you believe them?”
“I don't know.”
“Then don't let a stranger tell you what to think about a man you barely know.”
“That doesn't mean I should ignore warning signs.”
“Of course not. Ask questions. Keep your boundaries. But don't let someone else decide the answer for you.”
Anna looked at the rain moving across her office window.
Claire had always been better at seeing the difference between caution and fear.
“I'll be careful,” Anna promised.
That evening, Gabriel received a report that someone had accessed Anna's professional profile through an anonymous account.
The same account had searched for information about her sister, her home, and her former relationship.
Gabriel called Nico.
“Someone is trying to frighten her into withdrawing from the investigation.”
“We can identify the account.”
“Do it. But no one approaches her.”
Nico paused.
“Even if we identify the person responsible?”
“We give the information to the investigators. Anna has already asked for her privacy to be respected.”
Nico nodded.
“I understand.”
Gabriel ended the call and stood beside the window.
He had spent years believing that a person's safety could be guaranteed through money, influence, and the ability to anticipate threats.
Anna's refusal to accept those methods without question was forcing him to reconsider everything.
He could protect her from an immediate attack.
He could help gather evidence against the people threatening her.
But he could not demand her trust.
He had to earn it.
Two days later, Anna found a small envelope inside the mailbox of her apartment building.
There was no name on the outside.
Inside was a photograph of Gabriel standing beside a young woman at a formal event.
The woman wore a pale blue dress and a diamond engagement ring.
On the back of the photograph, someone had written:
Her name was Isabella. Ask why she disappeared.
Anna stared at the image.
She had no idea whether the story was true.
She did know that the sender wanted her to believe Gabriel was dangerous in a very personal way.
She photographed the envelope and contacted the police.
Then she put it in a drawer and went to work.
She would not let an anonymous message turn into another person controlling her decisions.
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But the photograph stayed in her mind.
And when she next saw Gabriel Romano, she intended to ask him about it herself.
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