His Merciless Redemption novel Chapter 156

Chapter 156

Dominic’s POV

I didn’t sleep.

I sat in the dark beside Alessia, staring at the ceiling while the city lights shifted against the glass. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Mateo being led towards that car.

Five seconds.

I’d been five seconds from losing everything.

At 3:17 a.m., I gave up pretending.

By 3:45, I was underground.

The operations floor hummed softly with low power lighting. Very few people knew of its existence. Eduardo being one of them. He was already there when I reached, jacket off, sleeves rolled up.

He didn’t greet me. He handed me a tablet.

“School access logs,” he said. “Everything from the last sixty days.”

I didn’t sit. “Walk me through it.”

“The forged authorization form used a near-perfect replica of Isabella’s signature. Whoever created it had access to prior verified submissions.”

“How many people have access to those?”

“Limited,” he replied. “School registrar. Two legal administrators. Internal encrypted family archives which had her signatures stored from years ago. High-level clearance only.”

I exhaled slowly. “Pull the archive access logs.”

“They’ve been scrubbed clean.”

My head snapped towards him. “Scrubbed?”

“Not wiped,” he clarified. “Just neat. Too neat.”

I stared at the screen. That obviously wasn’t coincidence.

“Warehouse leak last month,” I said. “Cross-reference it.”

He tapped quickly. “Guard rotation change was known to six people before execution.”

“And?”

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“And the attack occurred within twelve hours of the briefing.”

I felt my jaw tighten. “Twelve hours,” I repeated.

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“That’s consistent with other breaches,” Eduardo added. “Shipment interception. Dock reroute. Safe house exposure.”

All within tight windows. Not weeks. Not days. But hours. Which meant this wasn’t an external hack. It was proximity. Someone hearing decisions and relaying them immediately.

There were a total of people who sat in high-level operational briefings.

Eight men. Men I had built this empire with. Men who had eaten at my table. Men whose families I knew.

I took the tablet and flipped through the data myself.

Patterns. Timelines. Leaks aligning with meetings. But no direct proof. No obvious communication trail.

“Financials?” I asked.

“Nothing explosive,” Eduardo said. “No massive transfers. No sudden wealth spikes. No offshore irregularities that scream betrayal.”

“So whoever it is, they’re careful.”

“Very.”

I set the tablet down. My frustration began to sharpen. Months. This has been happening for months. Shipment routes compromised. Security timings anticipated. Now my son’s school paperwork replicated.

And I am no closer to a name than I was at the beginning.

That was the part that gnawed at me. If this were brute force infiltration, I could crush it. But this? This was quiet. Intelligent. Patient.

“They knew the dismissal window,” Eduardo continued. “They knew the principal protocol. They knew Isabella’s documentation style.”

“Meaning they’re watching us closely.”

“Yes.”

I ran a hand through my hair. “Pull every communication ping within two hours after high-level meetings for the last three months.”

“I’m on it.”

“Encrypted messaging spikes?”

“Nothing abnormal.”

Nothing abnormal. That was the worst answer. Because it meant whoever it was understood how we investigate. They weren’t sloppy. They weren’t greedy.

They were disciplined.

“You think it’s someone new?” Eduardo asked carefully.

“No. Besides, I’ve already eliminated every new recruit I thought was even slightly suspicious.”

He looked at me.

“And no one new could access this much,” I said. “This is someone embedded.”

Someone who walks freely through our security. Someone who hears decisions in real time. Someone who knows how we respond.

“How many breaches now?” I asked quietly.

Eduardo didn’t need to check.

“Seven confirmed in four months.”

Seven.

And every time, I tightened security. Shifted routes. Adjusted protocols.

And every time, they adapted.

My hands curled slowly into fists. I could handle enemies across the table. I could negotiate, intimidate, retaliate.

But an enemy sitting inside my own structure?

That was different. That was rot.

“Should we interrogate everyone?” Eduardo offered.

“On what grounds?” I shot back. “Suspicion?”

“If we don’t-”

“If we start tearing into our own ranks without proof,” I interrupted, “we create panic. Panic fractures loyalty. Fractures create opportunity.”

He went silent. He knew I was right. I sar down in the chair finally, exhaustion settling into my bones.

Mateo’s voice echoed in my head again.

Dominic hit him.

Simple. Trusting. He had believed I would come. And today I had.

ney adjust. Next time they plan better. Next time they don’t

The thought made my stomach tighten.

“You look tired,” he said finally.

“I’m not tired.”

I’m furious.

At them. At myself. At the fact that I cannot find the source.

Months ago, I should have rooted this out.

Months ago, I should have noticed patterns earlier.

Now my son nearly paid for it.

I stood abruptly. “Double villa perimeter,” I ordered. “But don’t make it visible.”

“It’s already reinforced.”

“Reinforce it again.”

“Yes, boss.”

I walked towards the elevator.

“Dominic,” Eduardo called.

I paused.

“If the mole is this careful, they won’t stop.”

“I know.”

“That means escalation.”

I didn’t respond. Because I knew that too.

The elevator doors closed.

As I ascended, frustration burned hotter in my chest.

This wasn’t about territory anymore. It wasn’t about shipments.

It was about control.

And I was losing it.

Not externally.

Internally.

By the time I reached the penthouse level, my phone vibrated.

Marco.

I answered immediately.

“Yes.”

His breathing was sharp on the other end. “Boss.”

Something in his tone made my spine straighten. “What?”

“There’s been a breach at the Villa.”

The world went very still.

“What kind of breach?” I asked quietly.

“Perimeter alarm triggered. West garden sector. Cameras cut for twelve seconds.”

Twelve seconds.

“That’s not all,” Marco added.

My grip tightened around the phone. “Say it.”

“There’s movement inside the grounds.”

Everything inside me went cold.

“Lock it down,” I ordered. “No one leaves. No one enters.”

“We’re already in position.”

“I’m on my way.”

I ended the call before he could respond.

For a split second, one image flashed in my mind.

Isabella. Upstairs with Mateo. Alone.

My mother was there, too.

The mole was still breathing inside my structure.

And now, they were

Again.

testing my home.

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