Chapter 169 —That Jewelry

Narrator:

Roman was sitting in his office, his sleeves rolled up and his face bent over some papers he wasn't reading. He was frowning, his fingers drumming on the wood, as if each tap marked a plan. Dominic appeared in the doorway.

“Any news?”

Roman didn't look up.

“I need you to talk to the guy at the hangar.”

“Which one? Ours?”

“Yes. The one who maintains the jet. Get it ready.”

Dominic looked at him for a few seconds.

“So it can fly today?”

Roman looked up. His eyes were dark, leaving no room for doubt.

“Tonight. So make sure it's loaded, operational, and no nosy parkers around.

”Understood.

"Keep it discreet.

Dominic turned to leave and walked out without another word. Roman was left alone. He got up slowly, walked to the window, and rested his hand on the frame. He looked out at the garden as if he could see beyond it. As if he already knew he would never set foot in that house again without leaving blood in his wake.

After a while, Dominic returned wit