Chapter 4 - A Marriage Made of Secrets
Norah stared at the velvet box.
“What does that mean?”
Dominic didn’t immediately answer.
That irritated her.
She stood.
“No. Absolutely not. You don’t get to pull out a ring like you’re ending a board meeting, say you need me to marry you for another reason, then sit there looking mysterious.”
Dominic closed the box.
“Sit down.”
“I am already standing angrily. I’m committed now.”
His mouth twitched.
“Norah.”
“What?”
“Rizzo knows about the ledger.”
“So?”
“He also knows your father left legal instructions.”
She stopped.
“What instructions?”
Dominic folded his hands.
“The ledger was held inside a private trust.”
“I thought it was just a deposit box.”
“It was both.”
“And?”
“The trust transfers ownership of the documents to you under one condition.”
Norah narrowed her eyes.
“What condition?”
“If you die unmarried, control passes to the original trustee.”
“Who?”
“Rizzo acquired that company.”
Her stomach turned.
“And if I’m married?”
“Your spouse becomes co-controller.”
Norah stared.
“You have got to be kidding.”
“I’m not.”
“So your romantic proposal is also a legal strategy.”
“Partly.”
“Partly?”
“Yes.”
“That is not helping.”
Dominic stood.
“I bought the ring before I knew the exact trust language.”
She paused.
“Three months ago.”
“Yes.”
“And you knew the trust language when?”
“Yesterday.”
Norah hated that this made him look better.
She crossed her arms.
“Why me?”
Dominic seemed genuinely confused by the question.
“Why would a man like you want to marry a bartender who insults your footwear advice?”
“Because you insult my footwear advice.”
“That cannot possibly be the reason.”
“It’s one of them.”
He moved closer.
“You don’t fear me enough to lie.”
“That sounds unhealthy.”
“You make me laugh.”
“Rarely.”
“More than anyone else.”
Norah looked away.
“You barely know me.”
“I know you send half your paycheck to your brother when he’s short.”
She stiffened.
“I know you bring food to Arthur’s wife when she works the hospital night shift.”
Her eyes lifted.
“I know you pretend not to notice when the dishwasher takes leftovers home.”
“Dominic—”
“I know you read novels behind the bar when business is slow. I know you hate lilies. I know you drink terrible coffee with too much sugar.”
She stared at him.
“How long have you been paying attention?”
“Since the beginning.”
Something warm and dangerous moved through her chest.
Then Norah remembered who he was.
“What about your life?”
Dominic’s expression hardened slightly.
“What about it?”
“Men are afraid of you.”
“Yes.”
“People whisper about disappearances.”
“Yes.”
“Are they true?”
“Some.”
Norah swallowed.
“Have you killed people?”
Dominic’s gaze didn’t move.
“Yes.”
The answer struck hard.
He didn’t decorate it.
Didn’t excuse it.
Norah took a step back.
“Then why would you think I could marry you?”
“I don’t think anything.”
He placed the ring box on the table.
“I’m asking.”
“That’s insane.”
“Probably.”
“And the ledger?”
“If you say no, I still protect you.”
“Why?”
“Because that was true before the proposal.”
Norah stared at him.
Then she asked the question she had been afraid to ask.
“Did your father love my mother?”
Dominic’s face shifted.
“Yes.”
“How do you know?”
“I found letters after he died.”
“Was she with him?”
“Before Patrick.”
Norah exhaled.
“So my father was my father?”
“Yes.”
“You’re sure?”
“Your mother and my father ended their relationship years before she met Patrick.”
Relief weakened her knees.
“Why did she keep his ring?”
“I don’t know.”
Norah sat.
Dominic remained standing.
“My father loved her,” he said. “But he believed being near him would destroy her life.”
“That sounds dramatic.”
“He was dramatic.”
Norah looked up.
“You’re surprisingly self-aware for a crime lord.”
He frowned.
“I hate that phrase.”
“Mafia boss?”
“Worse.”
She smiled despite herself.
Dominic watched her.
Then her expression changed.
“I need time.”
“You have it.”
“How much?”
“Rizzo knows where you work, where you lived, and where Liam lives.”
“So not much.”
“No.”
The next morning, the ledger produced its first bombshell.
Rizzo had bribed officials for decades.
Judges.
Police officers.
Union leaders.
Business owners.
But another name appeared repeatedly.
Anthony Costa.
Dominic’s father.
Some entries made the Costas look complicit.
Others suggested Anthony had been secretly documenting Rizzo.
Dominic’s attorney, Elena Marquez, spent hours reviewing the pages.
“This could destroy several organizations,” she said.
“Including Dominic’s?” Norah asked.
Elena looked toward him.
“Yes.”
Norah studied Dominic.
“You knew that.”
“Yes.”
“And you still let me keep it.”
“Yes.”
“Would you hand it to federal prosecutors?”
“If that’s what you choose.”
Elena looked surprised.
Norah noticed.
Later, after Elena left, Norah asked, “Would that send you to prison?”
“Possibly.”
“For how long?”
“I don’t know.”
“And you’d still let me?”
Dominic looked at her.
“It belonged to your father. He died protecting it.”
Norah’s defenses shifted.
That night, Rizzo made his move.
A message arrived on the secure phone.
A photograph.
Arthur tied to a chair.
Norah’s blood ran cold.
Beneath the image:
TRADE THE LEDGER OR THE BARTENDER LOSES HER FRIEND.
Dominic read it.
His face changed.
“No.”
“That’s Arthur.”
“I know.”
“We have to give it to them.”
“No.”
“Dominic!”
“They won’t release him.”
“How do you know?”
“Because Rizzo doesn’t trade hostages.”
Norah’s eyes filled with fury.
“So what, we leave Arthur?”
“We take him back.”
“How?”
Dominic turned toward his men.
“Find the room.”
For three hours, they analyzed the photograph.
The chair.
The concrete wall.
A tiny label on a pipe.
One of Dominic’s men identified the building.
Old cold-storage facility.
Near the river.
Dominic prepared to leave.
Norah blocked the door.
“I’m coming.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Arthur was taken because of me.”
“He was taken because of Rizzo.”
“And I’m still coming.”
Dominic looked at her.
“Why do you insist on being impossible?”
“Character depth.”
Against his judgment, he allowed her to ride in the armored SUV.
She remained inside while his men entered.
Ten minutes passed.
Then fifteen.
A shot echoed.
Norah gripped the seat.
Twenty minutes.
Dominic emerged carrying Arthur.
Blood covered Dominic’s shirt.
Norah opened the door.
“Are you hit?”
“No.”
Arthur groaned.
Dominic placed him inside.
“Drive.”
Norah saw the wound then.
Dominic’s side.
Dark blood spread beneath his jacket.
“You’re bleeding.”
“Not mine.”
She pressed her hand against his ribs.
He flinched.
“Liar.”
The vehicle accelerated.
Arthur survived.
Dominic had been grazed by a bullet.
At the private clinic, Norah sat beside him while a doctor stitched the wound.
“You could’ve died.”
Dominic looked at her.
“So could Arthur.”
“You went in yourself.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because my people are my responsibility.”
Norah studied him.
Everything she had heard about Dominic Costa painted him as cold.
Yet he had risked his life for a nightclub manager who couldn’t offer him anything.
After the doctor left, Dominic reached for his shirt.
Norah stopped him.
“Wait.”
She touched the bandage gently.
His eyes followed her hand.
“Norah.”
“What?”
“You should go.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re looking at me differently.”
Her heart jumped.
“How am I looking at you?”
“Like you’re considering something dangerous.”
She smiled faintly.
“I work nights in a mafia bar.”
“Not mafia.”
“Right. Crime-lord-adjacent hospitality.”
He almost laughed.
Norah leaned closer.
“Ask me again.”
Dominic went still.
“What?”
“The question.”
He studied her.
Then slowly reached toward the jacket hanging from the chair.
The velvet box emerged again.
Dominic opened it.
“Norah Hayes.”
His voice was lower now.
No performance.
No strategy.
“Marry me.”
She looked at the ring.
Then at him.
“This doesn’t erase what you’ve done.”
“I know.”
“I’m not joining your organization.”
“I know.”
“I’m keeping my job.”
His eyebrow lifted.
“We’ll discuss the three a.m. shifts.”
“No. We won’t.”
A pause.
Then Norah whispered, “Yes.”
Dominic stopped breathing.
She smiled.
“Yes.”
For the first time, she saw Dominic Costa genuinely stunned.
Then he slid the ring onto her finger.
It fit perfectly.
Norah stared.
“How did you know my size?”
Dominic looked almost embarrassed.
“Arthur.”
She laughed.
The sound filled the clinic room.
Dominic touched her cheek.
Their first kiss was gentle.
Unexpectedly gentle.
Then his phone rang.
He glanced at the screen.
The warmth vanished from his face.
“What?”
A voice spoke rapidly.
Dominic stood despite the pain.
Norah’s smile disappeared.
“What happened?”
He looked at her ring.
Then at her.
“The ledger is gone.”
Her heart stopped.
“Gone where?”
“The secure case was opened.”
“Who had access?”
Dominic’s expression became colder than she had ever seen.
“Only three people.”
“Who?”
“Me.”
A pause.
“Elena.”
Another pause.
“And Liam.”
Norah stared at him.
Her brother had disappeared.
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And so had the evidence that could destroy Vincent Rizzo.
End of Chapter 4.
