Chapter 5 - The Obsidian SuiteThe twentieth-floor suite was less of a hotel room and more of a luxury fortress.
Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking, panoramic view of the glittering Chicago skyline framed against a dark, stormy night sky. The interior was decorated in sleek minimalist tones of charcoal, obsidian, and brushed gold, with plush velvet furniture and a massive king-sized bed.
Victoria left her with a change of clothes and a pair of soft designer slippers, locking the heavy steel-reinforced door from the outside with an audible click.
Elena paced the length of the room, her heart still hammering.
She was trapped in the heart of the city's most ruthless mafia syndicate. Her father was missing, the Varga cartel was hunting her, and the terrifyingly magnetic Dante Moretti had effectively made her his captive guest.
She walked over to the window, pressing her forehead against the cool glass.
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Down on the street below, a sleek black SUV pulled up to the entrance. Through the rain-streaked glass, she saw Marcus and two other guards dragging a battered man out of the backseat and hauling him toward the service elevator.
They weren't playing games. The underworld war had officially landed on her doorstep.
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