Chapter 2 - The Velvet Cage
Roman did not wait for Khloe to regain her composure.
He gripped her arm tightly and dragged her swiftly out of the crowded, dangerous ballroom.
They walked past the confused security guards and stepped out onto the cold, isolated stone balcony.
The heavy glass doors closed behind them, muffling the sound of the string quartet and the chatter of the syndicate.
Roman pinned Khloe against the cold stone railing, demanding the absolute truth about her connection to Dominic Valente.
Khloe cried quietly, her tears ruining her dark makeup as she insisted it was none of his business.
Roman slammed his fist against the stone wall, telling her that everything she did was his business now.
He proudly declared that she was no longer his corporate secretary, but his personal property for the rest of the night.
Khloe stared at him in complete shock, feeling an incredibly strange mix of deep terror and undeniable desire.
She had spent two years hiding her true self from this monster, and now he was completely consuming her reality.
She opened her mouth to finally tell him the truth about her past.
Suddenly, the heavy glass door behind them shattered into a million sharp, flying pieces.
A waiter dressed in a pristine white tuxedo jacket stepped out onto the balcony holding a suppressed pistol.
The assassin did not even flinch as he raised the weapon directly toward Roman's broad chest.
Roman instinctively reached inside his custom tailored jacket to draw his own concealed weapon.
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Before Roman could aim, the assassin abruptly shifted his line of sight.
The hitman pointed the deadly weapon directly at Khloe's head and pulled the trigger without a single moment of hesitation.
