The convoy pulled away moments later.
As the vehicles rolled down the street, Ethan slowly turned his head and looked out the rear window.
Dominic stood at the entrance of the restaurant.
Even from a distance, Ethan could see him clearly.
His uncle stood beneath the golden lights of the doorway, hands folded calmly behind his back, watching the convoy disappear down the street.
And he was smiling.
A slow.
Satisfied.
Victorious smile.
Ethan looked away, his chest tightening.
He had walked straight into a trap.
Not a trap of guns or violence.
Something worse.
Fear.
Uncertainty.
Dominic had demonstrated his power perfectly.
He could reach anyone.
Anytime.
Anywhere.
No one was safe.
“Sir?” a voice said from the front seat.
Ethan blinked and looked up.
Jack had turned slig
