Chapter 1 - The Tooth That Held a Murder Secret|
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For eight years, the most feared mafia boss in New York had survived almost entirely on soup because of a toothache no doctor could fix. When I arrived at his heavily guarded mansion wearing faded blue scrubs, six armed men laughed at the idea of a struggling young dentist treating their ruthless boss. But when I ordered Salvatore Lombardi to open his mouth, he actually obeyed. And hours later, when I pulled a tiny piece of metal from his damaged molar, his younger brother turned white—because that fragment might finally explain who had tried to murder the mafia king eight years earlier.
My name is Dr. Lena Russo. I'm thirty-one, and three days before meeting Salvatore Lombardi, I was six days away from losing my father's dental clinic.
Dad had spent twenty-seven years building that practice.
After he died, I did everything I could to keep it open.
I sold my car.
Emptied my savings.
Stopped paying myself.
But the rent was overdue, and the landlord had stopped accepting promises.
Then two men in expensive black suits entered my clinic.
“We need a dentist,” one said.
“Then you've come to the right place.”
“Our employer doesn't leave his residence.”
“That's unfortunate. My equipment usually stays here.”
The taller man placed an envelope on my desk.
“Ten thousand dollars. One house call.”
I stared at him.
“Who's the patient?”
“Salvatore Lombardi.”
My stomach dropped.
Everyone in Bellhaven knew that name.
Salvatore was forty-six, dangerously handsome, and the mafia boss known throughout the criminal underworld as the Black King.
He controlled shipping operations, casinos, private security companies, and enough powerful men to make entire courtrooms nervous.
People whispered that he'd survived an ambush eight years earlier.
Three men died.
Salvatore barely escaped.
And he'd never trusted anyone the same way again.
Still, ten thousand dollars could save my father's clinic.
So I accepted.
When I arrived at his mansion, armed guards searched my equipment.
One looked me up and down.
“That's the dentist? She looks like she should be treating schoolkids.”
I smiled politely.
“Schoolkids usually behave better.”
His friends laughed.
Then Salvatore's younger brother, Carmine, appeared.
He glanced at my worn scrubs.
“Let's hope you know what you're doing, sweetheart.”
“That's why you hired a dentist instead of a comedian.”
His smile vanished.
Minutes later, I entered Salvatore's private study.
He sat in a leather chair, broad-shouldered and perfectly still, with dark hair touched by silver.
Even in pain, he was intimidating.
“I'm told you haven't eaten solid food properly in eight years,” I said.
“Soup works.”
“Soup isn't treatment.”
His eyes narrowed.
“Careful, Doctor.”
I pulled on my gloves.
“Open your mouth, Mr. Lombardi.”
The guards went silent.
Salvatore stared at me.
Then, to everyone's surprise, he complied.
His molar was badly cracked, with extensive damage around the surrounding tissue.
But something about the X-ray bothered me.
Near the damaged tooth was a tiny metallic object.
I leaned closer.
“Were you ever injured on this side of your face?”
Salvatore's expression hardened.
“Eight years ago. At the harbor.”
“The ambush?”
He nodded.
Before I could ask another question, Carmine entered.
“What are you looking at?”
I turned the screen slightly away.
“Your brother's medical information.”
“Let me see it.”
“That's his decision, not yours.”
Carmine's eyes went straight to the image.
For a split second, something flashed across his face.
Fear.
I pretended not to notice.
Salvatore refused general anesthesia, so I carefully worked under local anesthetic until I could remove the damaged molar.
Then I heard it.
A faint metallic click against my sterile tray.
I looked down.
A tiny fragment of metal lay beside the extracted tooth.
Salvatore noticed my expression.
“Doctor, what did you find?”
I lifted the tray.
Carmine stopped moving.
His fingers curled into a tight fist.
I wasn't certain what the fragment was yet, but it didn't look like ordinary dental material.
And whatever had happened during that harbor ambush, Salvatore's younger brother seemed far more frightened of this discovery than the man who'd just undergone the extraction.
I looked from the metal to Carmine.
Then back to Salvatore.
“Mr. Lombardi, I need to ask you something about the night you were shot.”
The room fell silent.
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And for the first time since I'd arrived, the Black King wasn't the person frightening me.
His brother was.
