It's nearly two in the morning, and here I am, standing outside the grand mansion that will soon no longer belong to me.
"I don't think it ever truly did," I muttered under my breath.
Stepping out of the car, my companion, who seemed to blend into the shadows effortlessly, opened the door for me. He had mastered the art of discretion, knowing exactly how to conduct himself at such gatherings. It was clear that everyone was aware of our arrival, but few had the audacity to inquire or speak about it in my presence.
No one dared to utter a word against the petite wife of the esteemed and feared Damon Lombardi! The irony was not lost on me as I imagined their astonished faces.
"Do you think Damon is some sort of hitman?" I pondered aloud.
I mean, he can be ruthless when necessary, but sur
