Chapter 22 - Checkmate in the Greenhouse
Panicking, the mercenaries fired blindly into the triple-layered glass panels, but the bullets merely ricocheted off in showers of sparks. Realizing they had stepped into an impenetrable trap, the team leader yelled into his tactical radio: "It's a trap! This isn't just a regular housekeeper! She knew we were coming!"
From the other end, an angry voice of a Midwest mob boss barked: "Grab her at all costs!"—but the signal was instantly severed by Emerald Infrastructure's proprietary frequency blockers.
Ten minutes later, Carmine and his detail unlocked the conservatory doors. All four mercenaries were unconscious from a mild, non-lethal knockout gas deployed through the air ducts.
When Leo rushed back to New York by dawn and strode into the living room, he found Mave calmly sipping a hot cup of tea while reviewing security metrics on her tablet.
Leo tossed his coat onto a sofa and hurried over, grabbing her shoulders to inspect her frame. "Are you hurt? Did they touch you?" he demanded frantically, worry etched across his sharp features.
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Mave set her teacup down, smiling warmly as she pressed his hand against her cheek. "You underestimate your wife, Mr. Castiglion. I handled everything before your flight even touched down at JFK."
Leo stared at her, then a proud, adoring smile spread across his lips. He leaned down to press a lingering kiss to her forehead. "I know now that I married the most dangerous woman in America."
