#Chapter 51: A Counter Offer

Dominic POV Dominic stood near the tall windows of the penthouse suite, watching the snowfall drift over Moscow and collect along the tops of the buildings surrounding him. He rolled his shoulders once, then again, still replaying the conversation he had with Alek earlier in his mind. Across the room, Romero was making himself a drink at the minibar, the ice clinking in the glass far too loud in the silence that fell over them the moment they stepped off the elevator. When Romero finally broke the silence, it was to say, “So… are you going to do it?” Dominic didn’t bother asking him to clarify. That conversation had apparently been burned into both of their brains. “I don’t know.” Romero snorted softly, the sound of liquor pouring from a bottle following. “Handing over the consigliere’s daughter to a mobster like some procured gift basket sounds like more trouble than it’s worth. Even if it’s to get us out of the debt we owe them.” Dominic sighed, pinching the bridge o