THE KING'S LAST GAMBLE
Thirty years. That's how long Dominic Moretti has ruled the criminal underworld. Rivals who challenged him are dead. Governments that investigated him gave up. At fifty-eight, he has built an empire that spans continents and commands absolute loyalty.
But power means nothing when your own heart is failing.
With months left to live, Dominic faces the one decision he has avoided his entire life: who inherits the throne?
Three candidates stand ready. Adrian, his eldest son, burns with reckless ambition. Luca, his younger son, hides dangerous secrets behind careful silence. Vincent, his most trusted lieutenant, has served the family for twenty-five years—but loyalty can curdle into resentment.
One of them is a traitor.
When Dominic announces a series of tests to determine his successor, the organization fractures. A captain is murdered. A shipment vanishes. A sniper nearly takes Dominic's life in his own home. Someone inside the family is working with Sal Vane, the surviving son of a rival Dominic destroyed twenty years ago—and Sal has spent two decades waiting for this exact moment.
As bodies pile up and alliances collapse overnight, Dominic must uncover the truth before the empire he bled for becomes ash.
Blood makes you family. Loyalty makes you useful. But only power makes you king.
And when the old king falls, the new one may have to destroy everything his father built to claim the throne.
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Chapter: The Name He FearedSal Vane sat in a chair in Dominic's basement, blood on his lip, a bruise forming around his eye. But he was smiling.Dominic stood across from him, his arms crossed, his chest still burning from the flight. Dr. Haddad had given him pills, but they only dulled the pain. They didn't fix the problem."Comfortable?" Dominic asked."Could use a drink." Sal leaned back. "Scotch. Neat. I know you have a bottle somewhere.""You're not getting anything from me except answers.""Then ask your questions." Sal's smile widened. "I'll tell you what you want to know. That's the funny thing about being caught—you stop caring about secrets."Dominic studied him. Sal was too calm. Men in his position usually begged, or threatened, or tried to negotiate. Sal was doing none of those things."You said you have someone inside my organization," Dominic said. "Who?""Where should I start?" Sal tilted his head. "Your sons? Your lieutenants? The men who've been with you for decades?""Give me a name.""I'll g
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Chapter: The Unwelcome PassengerSal Vane's men dragged Dominic aboard the yacht and threw him into a chair.His chest was burning. His vision kept blurring at the edges. But he forced himself to sit upright, to keep his eyes open, to look Sal in the face.Adrian was on the floor a few feet away. Beaten. Bloody. But breathing."You're a fool," Sal said, settling into a chair across from Dominic. "A sentimental fool.""Maybe." Dominic's voice came out rough. "But I'm a fool who's still alive.""For now." Sal gestured to his men. "Tie him."They bound Dominic's wrists to the arms of the chair. The rope was tight enough to cut circulation. Dominic didn't struggle. He had expected this."Here's how this works," Sal said. "You're going to call your people and tell them to stand down. Then you're going to transfer control of your operations to me. Every account. Every contact. Every asset.""And if I refuse?"Sal nodded toward Adrian. One of his men kicked Adrian in the ribs. Adrian groaned but didn't scream."I can do thi
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Chapter: The Father's HuntDominic stepped off the private jet at Chicago Executive Airport with three men and a doctor.Dr. Haddad had protested the trip. He had used words like "cardiac event" and "permanent damage" and "you won't survive another month if you keep this up." Dominic had listened, nodded, and boarded the plane anyway.Now, standing on the tarmac with the cold wind cutting through his coat, he felt every one of those warnings. His chest ached. His left arm was numb. But he didn't have time to be careful.Vincent met him at the bottom of the stairs. He had flown ahead with a small team and had already set up a command post in a warehouse near the South Side."Any word?" Dominic asked."Nothing. Adrian's phone is still dead. His team's phones are dead too. We've got people watching the hospitals and the morgue. Nothing yet.""Then we're not looking hard enough."---The warehouse where Adrian had disappeared was a burned-out shell. Someone had set it on fire after the attack, probably to destroy e
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Chapter: The Missing HeirAdrian's phone had been dead for six hours.Dominic stared at the map of Chicago spread across his desk, red pins marking the last known locations of his son's team. The warehouse. The safehouse. The meeting point. All silent. All dark."Tell me again," Dominic said.Marco stood across from him, his face grim. "Adrian's team hit Sal's operation in the South Side at midnight. They took the warehouse, killed four of Sal's men, and secured the product. Then they called for extraction.""And?""The extraction team found the warehouse empty. No Adrian. No bodies. Nothing but blood on the floor."Dominic's hand tightened on the edge of the desk. Blood. Adrian's blood or someone else's—there was no way to know."Who was on his team?""Six men. All experienced. All loyal.""Were any of them found?""No."Dominic closed his eyes. Six men and his son, vanished without a trace. Sal hadn't just ambushed them. He had erased them."Get me Vincent," Dominic said. "Now."---Vincent arrived within th
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Chapter: The Miami TrapVincent landed in Miami at midnight with three men and no backup.The airport was quiet. A man named Rafael met them at the curb, driving a gray van with construction decals on the side. Rafael had worked for the family for six years and spoke only when necessary."Where's the safehouse?" Vincent asked."Little Havana. It's clean. Nobody uses it.""Good."They drove in silence through streets that glowed with neon and palm trees. Vincent watched the buildings pass and tried not to think about Dominic's last words to him. Either the leak or the fool who let the leak happen.Vincent had spent twenty-five years proving he was neither. He had taken bullets. He had done time. He had missed his own mother's funeral because Dominic needed him in Baltimore. And this was what he got. Suspicion.He pushed the thought down. There was work to do.---The safehouse was a small house behind a laundromat, its windows covered with iron bars. Inside, Vincent spread a map of the city across a folding t
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Chapter: The War BeginsThe explosion came at 9:47 AM.Dominic was in his study when the windows rattled and the chandelier swayed. A distant boom, followed by the wail of sirens. He was on his feet before Marco burst through the door."Boss—one of our warehouses. Red Hook."Dominic's jaw tightened. "Casualties?""Three dead. Two wounded. The shipment is gone."The shipment. Forty million dollars' worth of product, scheduled to move through the port that afternoon. Only five people had known the exact time and location."Who's there now?""Paulie's team. They secured the perimeter.""Get me Vincent. Now."---Vincent arrived twenty minutes later, his face pale."I just heard," he said. "I'm sorry, Dominic. I should have—""You should have what?" Dominic cut him off. "You should have known? You should have prevented it? Tell me, Vincent—how do you prevent an attack when the enemy knows your every move?"Vincent didn't answer."Someone is feeding Sal information," Dominic continued. "The captain. The sniper. N
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