Chapter 13 Hunted
- Domenico Morreti wasn’t a man easily shaken. But the shadows in his own home whispered something he couldn’t ignore.
- He paced the marble floor of his private study, sleeves rolled up, a half-empty glass of scotch clenched in his hand. The fire crackled behind him, casting flickers of orange across the room. His thoughts circled like wolves.
- He trusted very few men.