My Boss's Hidden Heir (Elara and Marcus) novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117

Marcus’s POV

Dante leaned back into the couch, a satisfied smile spreading across his face as he watched the last pieces of the contract turn to ash in the fireplace. “A bottle of whisky is definitely needed for this celebration We just pulled off a heist, man.”

Marcus laughed, the sound genuine and unburdened for the first time in over a week. “You might be right about that.”

He stood up and walked over to the kitchen, opening one of the cabinets where he kept his expensive liquor collection. He pulled out a bottle of Macallan 25, the good stuff he saved for special occasions, and grabbed two crystal glasses.

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Walking back to the living room, he poured generous amounts for both of them. The amber liquid caught the light as it filled the glasses, and Marcus handed one to Dante before settling back onto the couch.

“To criminal activity,” Dante said, raising his glass.

“To recovering stolen property,” Marcus corrected with a smirk.

“Potato, po-tah-to.”

They clinked glasses and both took long drinks. The whisky burned going down in the best possible way. smooth and rich and warming Marcus from the inside out.

They sat there for a while, just drinking and decompressing from the adrenaline rush. Dante recounted the moment they’d hidden in the bathroom, mimicking Penelope’s irritated voice on the phone, and Marcus found himself laughing harder than he had in weeks.

“I swear I saw my life flash before my eyes when she walked past that bathroom door,” Marcus said, shaking his head. “I was already planning my defense strategy for the breaking and entering charges.”

“Please, you wouldn’t have needed a defense strategy. You would’ve just claimed you were visiting family and got confused about which penthouse was yours,” Dante said with a grin.

“Right, because that would’ve explained why we were hiding in her bathroom.”

“Details.”

They finished their drinks and Dante poured them each another round. The conversation drifted to lighter topics, away from contracts and stepmothers and near-death experiences in guest bathrooms.

After about an hour, Dante checked his watch and stood up. “Alright, I should probably head out. Mimi’s been texting me asking where I am.”

Marcus stood too and walked Dante to the door. When they got there, Marcus pulled his best friend into a tight hug.

“Thank you,” Marcus said, his voice serious now. “Thank you so much, man. I don’t know what I would’ve

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done without you. You literally saved my entire life tonight.”

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Dante hugged him back just as hard. “That’s what brothers do. We’ve got each other’s backs, always have”

“Still. Thank you. For everything. For the crazy plan, for actually pulling it off, for risking getting arrested alongside me.”

“Anytime. Well, not anytime. Let’s not make breaking and entering a regular thing.”

Marcus laughed and released him. “Deal.”

Dante stepped out into the hallway and gave Marcus one last wave before heading to the elevator. Marcus closed the door and leaned against it for a moment, letting the reality of what they’d just accomplished wash over him.

The contract was gone. Burned to ash. Penelope had nothing on him anymore.

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