The Mafia Boss’s Pitbull Went Berserk — What the Waitress Did Next Froze Everyone
He turned back to her. «Or you help me turn his trap into ours. Feed him exactly what I want him to know. Lure him into a breach on my terms.»
«You want to use me as bait.»
«I want to give you the choice.» His voice softened fractionally. «Scars recognize scars, remember? I won’t force you into another cage.»
The intelligence Naomi fed Marcus was precise, detailed, and completely fabricated. Belvin would be meeting with his accountant in the West Wing study at midnight. Security would be light, with a skeleton crew rotating shifts. The panic room codes had been changed, but she’d included the new sequence. It was a perfect window of opportunity.
Marcus took the bait.
Naomi watched from the security room as thermal imaging picked up six figures breaching the eastern perimeter at 11:47 p.m. They moved in professional formation, holding tactical weapons, moving with the confidence of men who thought they had superior intelligence. They had no idea they were walking into a carefully constructed trap.
Belvin’s voice came through her earpiece, calm as always. «They’re past the first checkpoint. Right on schedule.»
Naomi’s heart hammered against her ribs, but her hands were steady. She’d chosen this. Not the illusion of safety through running, but the dangerous reality of fighting back.
«Titan, ready,» she whispered.
The pitbull beside her went alert, muscles coiling, but his energy was focused now, channeled through weeks of rehabilitation into something more precise than raw aggression.
Marcus’s team moved through the grounds like ghosts, avoiding the obvious security cameras, exploiting the blind spots Naomi had fed them. They reached the West Wing entrance. The door opened on the first key code attempt, exactly as planned.
Inside, the hallways were dark. Too dark. Too quiet.
Marcus was third through the door when the lights blazed on and steel shutters dropped over every exit simultaneously. His team spun, weapons raised, and found themselves surrounded by Belvin’s soldiers stationed in elevated positions with perfect firing angles.
«FBI! Stand down!» Marcus’s voice carried federal authority, but it rang hollow in a space that recognized only one law.
«Special Agent Vale.» Belvin emerged from the shadows, utterly calm. «You’re a long way from your jurisdiction.»
Naomi stepped into view with Titan at her side. Marcus’s eyes widened, the first genuine emotion she’d seen crack his composure.
«Naomi? What…?»
«I made a choice.» Her voice was steady. «You taught me that everything is leverage. That power comes from controlling the people someone loves.» She placed her hand on Titan’s head. «You were right. You just miscalculated who had the leverage.»
Belvin nodded to his men. «Agent Vale’s weapon. Carefully.»
As they disarmed Marcus’s team, Belvin produced a tablet, turning it to face Marcus.
«While you’ve been focused on me, my attorneys have been quite busy. We found offshore accounts in your name and documented communications with criminal elements you were supposedly investigating. We have evidence of racketeering, extortion, and wire fraud.» He smiled without warmth. «All delivered to your supervisors at the FBI twenty minutes ago. I believe the term is ‘comprehensive corruption investigation’.»
Marcus’s face drained of color. Naomi crouched beside Titan, meeting Marcus’s eyes one final time.
«Maya started her treatment yesterday. Full protocol, best doctors. And you’ll never touch her again.»
Federal vehicles arrived thirty minutes later—real ones responding to documented evidence against one of their own. As they led Marcus away in handcuffs, Naomi stood beside Belvin on the estate steps, watching justice delivered through channels Marcus had thought he controlled.
«What now?» she asked quietly.
Belvin glanced at her, something almost like respect in those calculating eyes. «Now you decide who you want to be. The woman who survived, or the woman who builds empires.»
Naomi looked down at Titan, then back at the fortress that had become her home.
«Both,» she said. «I choose both.»
