DOMINIC
The morning of Christmas was starting to feel like victory. Everything was going according to my plans until now. I was sitting in front of Carlos again, this time not in the dungeons but my study.
Brian and Adessa followed Mom and found Carlos' family who were being kept hostage in a small house outside New York City. They had been sent home and Brian was on the way here with Mom.
I had gotten all the answers I needed from Carlos but I wanted to see what she had to say and how much she was willing to fight to hide her secrets. She had been told that Carlos was dead.
Carlos wiped his tears unceremoniously with both hands and knelt before me with his hands folded and head bowed down.
I sat straight on my chair, ready to ask him not to do that and to stand up but he started speaking.
"Boss. You're the best. You're my god from today. I'll worship only you." He was crying while speaking and I frowned.
