Chapter 10 - the threshold of sixteen
Damon unfolded the parchment under the afternoon sun. Written across the center in dark, elegant silver calligraphy was a short, cryptic message:
Damon Moretti and Alina Rossi,
You have defeated Silas Moretti and claimed your niece's inheritance in Boston.
But the scorched key you found opens more than just Vault Fourteen. It opens the master archive vault at the Sovereign Trust in Zurich—where the true secrets of your sister Clara's European operations rest.
Your sister Clara's secondary ledger remains hidden in Switzerland.
The Sovereign Council.
Damon stared down at the silver ink as a cold, electric resolve settled over his powerful frame. He felt no fear—only the unyielding, protective strength of a man who would cross oceans to protect his family.
He folded the parchment slowly, slipping it into his jacket pocket, and looked down at Alina and little Mia, who were smiling up at him under the sunset.
May you like
Damon looked at Dante, a slow, fierce smile touching his lips beneath his thick beard.
"Prep the private jet for Zurich, Dante," Damon commanded in a low, lethal baritone. "Our family's journey has just begun."
