Chapter 5 - Calvin’s RoomCalvin did not make it to the stairs.
Titan hit him before the first turn in the corridor, not with teeth, but with the full weight of a dog who had learned pain from that man and had waited too long to answer it. Calvin slammed against the wall, the leash flying from his hand. He shouted once before Titan pinned him by the chest, jaws open inches from his throat.
“Titan!” Gabriel barked.
The dog froze.
Every muscle in him shook.
Evelyn moved before anyone else did. “Titan. Look at me.”
The dog’s eyes shifted.
“Good. Breathe.”
Behind her, Victor muttered, “You are speaking to him like he is a child.”
Evelyn did not turn. “Right now he is behaving better than most adults in this hallway.”
Gabriel almost smiled again.
Almost.
Calvin lay on the floor, sweating, his confidence shattered. “Get him off me.”
Evelyn crouched near Titan. “You can step back. He is not worth your mouth.”
For one long second, Titan remained where he was. Then he backed away, never taking his eyes off Calvin.
Gabriel walked over and picked up the leash.
It was not ordinary leather. Evelyn saw the metal prongs sewn into the inside, hidden unless pressed against skin. Her stomach turned.
Gabriel saw them too.
His face emptied.
That was worse than rage.
“You used this on my dog,” he said.
Calvin swallowed. “It was necessary. He is uncontrollable.”
Gabriel lowered the leash until the metal caught the dim light. “You used this on Titan.”
“He is an animal.”
“And the child?”
Calvin looked toward Victor.
It was a tiny glance, but everyone saw it.
Victor’s jaw tightened.
Gabriel turned slowly. “Victor.”
Victor lifted both hands. “I did not know about the leash.”
“That was not the question.”
“I handled threats to your family for fifteen years. After Lucia died, you were not yourself. You told me to keep anything connected to that night away from you.”
“I told you to protect this house.”
“I did.”
Sofia appeared in the doorway behind Evelyn, one hand buried in Titan’s fur. “He said Uncle Gabriel didn’t want me.”
Gabriel’s face changed.
Calvin squeezed his eyes shut.
Victor did not.
Evelyn stood between the child and the men. “Who told her that?”
Sofia pointed at Calvin. “He said if I came out, Uncle Gabriel would send me back to the lake.”
Gabriel moved so suddenly that Victor stepped in front of him.
“Careful,” Victor warned.
The corridor went silent.
The warning was a mistake.
Gabriel looked at the man who had been his shadow, his shield, his right hand for more than a decade.
“Move,” he said.
Victor did not.
Vanessa’s voice cut in, smooth and urgent. “Gabriel, think. This is emotional. You are grieving all over again. Anyone can plant a child in a closed room with a necklace.”
Evelyn stared at her. “A starving child?”
Vanessa’s eyes flashed. “Do not be dramatic.”
“That is interesting coming from a woman who dressed for a midnight shooting.”
Vanessa’s mouth tightened.
Gabriel turned his head slightly. “What does that mean?”
Evelyn wished she had kept quiet. Then she remembered the broken window. The small hand at the glass. Sofia’s bare feet. Titan’s scar.
“She arrived outside my cottage too perfectly,” Evelyn said. “Hair brushed. Silk robe. No surprise except the kind she chose for her face.”
Rosa whispered, “She was awake when the alarm sounded. I saw light under her door before the shot.”
Vanessa looked at Rosa with pure venom.
Gabriel did not miss it.
“Take Calvin downstairs,” he ordered the guards. “Not to the security office. To the wine cellar.”
Calvin began to panic. “Mr. Romano, please. I only followed orders.”
“Whose?”
Calvin clamped his mouth shut.
Gabriel leaned close. “You will answer eventually. I am deciding whether you answer to me, to the police, or to the men who paid you.”
At that, Calvin’s face collapsed.
“There are files,” he blurted.
Victor lunged.
Titan blocked him.
The dog moved like a wall dropping from the sky. Victor stopped inches from his jaws.
Gabriel looked at Calvin. “Where?”
Calvin’s voice shook. “My room. Behind the vent. I kept copies. Insurance.”
Vanessa whispered, “You idiot.”
The words were soft.
But the corridor heard them.
Gabriel turned toward her.
Vanessa recovered instantly. “I meant keeping files on estate business is idiotic.”
“No,” Evelyn said quietly. “You meant he was not supposed to admit it.”
Gabriel’s eyes did not leave Vanessa.
For the first time, she looked truly afraid.
The guards dragged Calvin away. Victor remained standing, trapped by Titan’s stare and Gabriel’s silence.
“Search Calvin’s room,” Gabriel ordered.
Victor said, “I will handle it.”
“No,” Gabriel replied. “Evelyn will.”
Every head turned.
Evelyn blinked. “Excuse me?”
Gabriel’s gaze moved to her. “Titan trusts you. Sofia trusts Titan. I trust the pattern.”
“That is not the same as trusting me.”
“No,” he said. “It is safer.”
So Evelyn Hart, maid of seven days, walked through the Romano mansion beside a savage dog and a hidden child, toward the room of a man who had helped bury both pain and truth.
Behind them, Vanessa Sterling whispered into her phone.
No one saw her.
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Except Rosa.
And Rosa had already begun listening.
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