Chapter 68

• Chapter 68: The Judge’s Wrath
• The air inside the Moretti penthouse is sharp, thick with the kind of tension that chokes silence into obedience. The usual calm opulence—gold-lined ceilings, glinting crystal decanters, fine art secured to the walls like hostages of status—does nothing to soothe the storm pacing through the center of the room.
• Judge Ricardo Moretti is a man possessed. Jaw tight, shoulders locked, his thousand-dollar shoes carve hard lines into the floor as he moves from one end of the living room to the other like a lion too long caged. His black button-up is half-rolled at the sleeves, his tie askew, sweat glinting just faintly beneath his temples. A man who has ruled courtrooms with his voice now can't seem to use it without snarling.