Chapter 7 - The Trap is SetBy the end of the week, Sofia had delivered the final, undeniable proof.
Victor had indeed been bribed by a rival syndicate operating out of New York, using the Marlowe family as a buffer to obscure the paper trail. They wanted to eliminate Damon, take over the Boston port authorities, and establish a monopoly on the shipping lanes.
"They are hosting a private charity gala tonight at the Custom House Tower," Sofia said, showing Damon the digital guest list. "Walter Marlowe is the guest of honor. They are planning to announce the 'merger' of the Marlowe Hotel Group with an offshore investment firm—which is actually Victor's shell company."
Damon stood by the window, looking out at the snow-covered city. He slowly strapped the steel watch tighter around his wrist.
"Does Victor know we found Alatorre or the Marlowes?" Damon asked.
"No," Sofia replied. "He thinks you are still searching the city for the people who attacked the waitress. He has no idea we have Celeste and Walter in custody."
"Good," Damon said, a dangerous, dark smile playing on his lips. "Let him enjoy his celebration. It will be the last one he ever attends."
Before he left the penthouse, Damon stopped by Adriana's room. She was sitting by the window, reading a book. He reached into his coat pocket and placed a small, golden key on the table beside her.
"If anything happens tonight, Sofia will come for you," Damon said. "This key opens a safe deposit box at the Boston Federal Bank. It contains everything you and the baby will ever need to live a free, beautiful life. No matter what, you are protected."
Adriana stood up, her hand reaching out to touch his arm. "Damon... come back. Don't leave Eli's brother behind."
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Damon looked at her hand on his sleeve. He placed his own hand over hers, his touch warm and firm.
"I'll come back," he promised.
