Chapter 24 — The Reckoning
The storm hadn’t stopped all night. Rain streaked across the glass, black sky reflected in every surface of his office. Dante hadn’t moved for hours. The city below still pulsed, but everything inside him was still. The message from Ross glowed on his phone: Carter’s meeting him tonight. Rinaldi’s name came up. It’s a trap. Dante slipped the phone into his jacket pocket and exhaled once through his teeth. “Then I’ll walk straight into it.” He left the office without telling anyone where he was going. ⸻ The warehouse on Pier 47 was a skeleton of metal and echo. Light bled through the roof in sharp, white slashes. Vance Rinaldi waited at the center, flanked by armed men, the smile on his face pure arrogance. Dean Carter lingered beside him—paler now, jittery, but still pretending con
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