Chapter 11 - The Golden Cage|
Vincent turned to face her, sipping his bourbon. "He will no longer be a threat to you, or to anyone else in this house. Ever."
Fay swallowed hard, realizing the terrifying extent of the power Vincent wielded. A high-earning capo had been permanently erased from the syndicate's hierarchy in a matter of hours, all because of a bruised maid.
"Thank you," she whispered quietly.
Vincent set his glass down and walked over to stand in front of her. He reached out, his thumb gently tracing the edge of her jaw where the salve was soothing the dark bruise.
"Starting tomorrow, your duties as a housekeeper are concluded," Vincent announced calmly.
Fay panicked instantly. "Vincent, please! I need to work! My mother's treatments—"
"I did not say you were terminated," Vincent interrupted, his voice dropping to a low, soothing cadence. "Your mother's medical bills will be paid in full by my personal trust. Indefinitely."
Fay gasped, her breath catching in her chest. "Why would you do that? That costs hundreds of thousands of dollars!"
"Because you will no longer be sweeping floors or carrying trays for drunken capos," Vincent stated firmly. "You will be moving into the primary suite on this floor. You will be provided a personal wardrobe, a private driver, and full security detailing."
Fay stared at him, utterly bewildered. "As... as what?"
Vincent stepped closer, his dark eyes burning with an intense, possessive light that sent a shiver straight down her spine.
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"As my personal assistant," he said softly. "And as the only woman under this roof who has my absolute protection."
Fay looked into his eyes, realizing that her days as an invisible ghost were officially over. She had entered a new, far more dangerous game—one where the predator was no longer attacking her, but claiming her.
