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2024-12-24 22:09:03Gabriel stood in the dimly lit parking garage beneath Kane’s favorite meeting spot, the cold Chicago night biting at his skin. His thoughts churned like a storm as he replayed the events of the past 24 hours. Marino was dead, Allegra had asserted her dominance, and now Kane, the persistent federal investigator, was summoning him again. The walls were closing in from all sides, but Gabriel wasn’t just cornered, he was calculating.
The elevator doors opened, and Gabriel stepped into the quiet, upscale bar. The soft hum of jazz music played in the background, and the smell of whiskey and aged wood hung in the air. Kane was seated in a secluded booth in the back, his broad shoulders hunched over a file as he sipped from a glass of bourbon. Gabriel’s footsteps were slow and deliberate as he approached. “Gabriel,” Kane said without looking up, his tone carrying a mix of irritation and expectation. “I was beginning to think you wouldn’t show.” Gabriel slid into the booth across from him, his expression unreadable. “You said you had something.” Kane finally looked up, his piercing eyes studying Gabriel. “I do. And I think you’ll want to hear it.” He leaned forward, lowering his voice. “Marino. Word is, he was your way out. You were working with him, weren’t you?” Gabriel’s jaw tightened, but he kept his expression calm. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Kane smirked, his face full of skeptical amusement. “Don’t insult me, Gabriel. I know Marino was your ticket to bringing down the Russos. But now he’s dead. Convenient, isn’t it?” Gabriel leaned back in the booth, forcing himself to appear relaxed. “And why would I want to bring down the Russos? I’ve been their lawyer for years. I’ve done nothing but protect them.” Kane’s eyes narrowed. “Exactly. That’s why Marino’s death doesn’t sit right with me. He was ready to hand over everything; financial records, offshore accounts, even details about Allegra’s blackmail schemes. And then, poof, he’s gone. Sounds like someone silenced him. Someone close to the family.” Gabriel met Kane’s gaze, his stomach twisting. Kane was fishing, trying to draw out a reaction, but Gabriel couldn’t afford to give him one. “If Marino’s dead, that’s unfortunate,” he said, his voice even. “But I had nothing to do with it.” “Maybe not directly,” Kane said, leaning forward. “But you’re in this up to your neck, Gabriel. You think the Russos will protect you when things go south? They’ll hang you out to dry the moment it suits them. Allegra’s loyalty doesn’t come cheap.” Gabriel’s lips twitched into a bitter smile. “And what are you offering, Kane? Immunity? A deal? You think I’ll just turn on them and walk away?” Kane’s expression hardened. “I’m offering you a way out before it’s too late. Marino trusted you, he wouldn’t have reached out if he didn’t think you wanted out too. I can help you, but you have to work with me.” Gabriel’s pulse quickened, but he kept his voice steady. “Help me? Or use me? You don’t care about saving me, Kane. You care about the headlines. The big takedown. I’m just a stepping stone to you.” Kane didn’t deny it. Instead, he leaned back, studying Gabriel like a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve. “Maybe you’re right,” he said finally. “But think about this: when Allegra’s done with you, where will you go? Who will you turn to? Because I guarantee you, the Russos won’t leave loose ends.” The words lingered in the air, heavy with truth. Gabriel felt the weight of them pressing down on him, but he refused to let it show. “I’ll think about it,” he said, standing up. Kane grabbed his arm, his grip firm. “Don’t take too long. Marino’s death is just the beginning. You’re running out of time.” Gabriel pulled his arm free and walked away, his mind racing. Kane was right about one thing: he was running out of time. But working with Kane meant betraying Allegra, and betraying Allegra meant signing his own death warrant. Gabriel returned to his penthouse that night, his thoughts a chaotic tangle of fear, anger, and desperation. He poured himself a drink and stared out at the glittering Chicago skyline. The city had always felt alive to him, its pulse matching his own ambition. But now, it felt cold and unwelcoming, a stark reminder of the life he had built and the enemies he had made. His phone buzzed on the counter. He glanced at the screen and saw a message from Allegra: “Come to the club. Now.” Gabriel cursed under his breath. Allegra’s timing was impeccable, as always. He finished his drink and grabbed his coat, preparing himself for whatever fresh hell awaited him. The Russo family’s nightclub was a fortress disguised as a playground for the elite. The pounding bass of the music vibrated through the floor as Gabriel made his way through the crowd, his face a mask of composure. The bouncer at the VIP entrance nodded him through, and he ascended the stairs to Allegra’s private suite. She was waiting for him, dressed in a sleek black gown, her hair pulled back in a way that only accentuated her sharp features. She was like a viper, beautiful and deadly, and Gabriel couldn’t help but feel the tension in the room as he approached. “You’re late,” she said, her voice cool. “I wasn’t expecting an invitation,” Gabriel replied, his tone equally cold. Allegra poured herself a glass of champagne and motioned for him to sit. “We have a problem,” she said, getting straight to the point. “Kane is sniffing around, asking questions about Marino. I need to know exactly what he’s told you.” Gabriel hesitated for a fraction of a second, but it was enough for Allegra to notice. Her eyes narrowed. “You’re not hiding something, are you?” “Of course not,” Gabriel said quickly. “Kane’s fishing. He doesn’t have anything concrete. He’s just trying to rattle us.” Allegra studied him for a long moment, her gaze piercing. Finally, she nodded, though her expression remained unreadable. “Good. Because if I find out you’ve been holding back, Gabriel, you’ll end up like Marino. And I’d hate to lose my favorite lawyer.” Her words sent a chill down his spine, but Gabriel forced a tight smile. “You don’t have to worry about me, Allegra. I’m loyal.” “For your sake, I hope that’s true,” she said, turning back to her champagne. “Now, go. I’ll call if I need you.” Gabriel left the club feeling like a man walking a tightrope over a pit of vipers. Allegra’s threat was clear, but Kane’s offer still loomed in the back of his mind. The noose was tightening, and Gabriel knew he couldn’t keep playing both sides for long. Something had to give. And when it did, it would change everything.
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