Chapter 7 - THE NIGHT DOMINIC TESTIFIED, NORAH LEARNED WHY HE HAD BEEN AFRAID TO TRUST HER
Dominic’s testimony became the most public thing he had ever done.
Not because prosecutors charged him as the central defendant.
They did not.
His cooperation agreement covered specific historical business practices and required extensive disclosure.
He was still exposed to penalties.
Civil settlements.
Tax consequences.
Potential charges if he lied.
For a man raised to believe silence was loyalty, the witness stand felt more dangerous than a gun.
Norah attended only one day.
Not because Dominic asked.
He did not.
She went because Patrick was testifying that afternoon and Lily wanted company.
Dominic entered through a side door.
Charcoal suit.
Silver watch gone.
Norah noticed.
He took the oath.
Then spent five hours describing the Mercer empire.
Not every rumor.
Evidence.
His father’s cash businesses.
Yard Nine.
Off-book collections.
Construction pressure.
The gradual cleanup Dominic had begun years before Valerie’s betrayal.
The illegal practices he had personally tolerated.
One prosecutor asked:
“Mr. Mercer, did you benefit financially from businesses that used coercive methods?”
Dominic looked toward the jury.
“Yes.”
Murmurs.
His attorney remained still.
They had planned this.
“Did you personally order acts of violence?”
The defense objected.
The judge limited the scope.
Dominic answered within legal advice.
“There were times earlier in my control when I authorized people to use intimidation.”
The room changed.
No heroic reinvention.
Norah’s stomach tightened.
She had always known.
Knowing abstractly and hearing him say it under oath were different.
Lily whispered:
“You okay?”
Norah nodded.
Not entirely.
Dominic continued.
“I spent years telling myself I was different from my father because I used less violence.”
The prosecutor asked:
“Were you?”
Dominic thought.
“In some ways.”
“Not enough.”
That quote reached every newspaper by evening.
Nathan Cole’s lawyer attacked him.
“You are testifying to save yourself.”
“Yes.”
The answer surprised everyone.
The lawyer blinked.
“So you admit self-interest?”
“Of course.”
Dominic leaned slightly toward the microphone.
“I also admit facts.”
“Those can coexist.”
Norah almost smiled.
Accuracy.
He had learned.
The lawyer suggested Dominic invented Valerie’s role because she humiliated him personally.
Dominic answered:
“She humiliated Lily Parker.”
“Then she betrayed me.”
“Neither fact changes bank transfers.”
Good.
Suggested Patrick manufactured allegations to gain favor.
Dominic:
“Mr. Parker refused fifty thousand dollars.”
“He also repeatedly refused my security.”
A few jurors smiled.
Suggested Frankie lied for leniency.
Dominic:
“Possibly.”
The attorney stopped.
“You don’t trust your own witness?”
“I trust documents more.”
There.
The man had changed.
After testimony, Dominic did not approach Norah immediately.
He spoke to attorneys.
Then Patrick.
Then Lily.
Finally, near the courthouse stairs, he found Norah.
“Coffee?”
She studied him.
“Public?”
“Yes.”
“Twenty minutes.”
“Cruel.”
They walked three blocks.
Dominic used no security inside.
One man remained outside because ongoing threats were real.
Norah accepted reality without pretending power had disappeared.
They sat.
“You heard everything.”
“Yes.”
“You look different.”
Norah stared.
“What do you want me to say?”
“The truth.”
“Bad habit.”
“Apparently.”
She looked at him.
“I knew you weren’t clean.”
“No.”
“But there is a difference between knowing a man is dangerous and hearing him explain choices he made.”
Dominic looked down.
“Are you afraid of me?”
Norah thought.
“Yes.”
He went completely still.
Not the answer he expected.
She continued.
“Sometimes.”
“That is not the same as believing you’ll hurt me.”
“Power is frightening.”
“History is frightening.”
“You can be kind to me today and still have done terrible things before I knew you.”
Dominic absorbed it.
“Then why are you here?”
Because that was what he truly wanted to know.
Norah breathed.
“Because you stopped pretending your past becomes harmless just because you changed direction.”
His eyes lifted.
“And because every time I said no, you eventually respected it.”
“Eventually?”
“You ran my credit.”
“Still sorry.”
“You should be.”
They smiled.
Then Dominic became serious.
“I was afraid to trust you.”
Norah frowned.
“Why?”
“Because you had nothing.”
Her expression cooled immediately.
Dominic held up one hand.
“That came out wrong.”
“Very.”
“I mean…”
He searched.
“Valerie had money.”
“Victor had money.”
“Frankie had history.”
“Everyone around me had something tying them to the world.”
“Property.”
“Positions.”
“Secrets.”
“You had eighty-seven dollars.”
Norah’s eyebrows rose.
“Still creepy that you remember.”
“Yes.”
He continued.
“You had every practical reason to take whatever protection or money I offered.”
“And you didn’t.”
“That scared me.”
“Why?”
“Because I couldn’t calculate you.”
There.
Dominic had understood loyalty through leverage.
Norah had no leverage tying her to him.
That meant every yes had to be voluntary.
He did not know how to trust something he could not control.
Norah softened.
“That is sad.”
“Thank you.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
She reached for her coffee.
“People are not safer because you own something they need.”
“I know.”
“Now.”
“Yes.”
Then Dominic said:
“I like you.”
Norah almost laughed.
“I noticed.”
“I’m terrible at this.”
“Yes.”
“I would like to keep seeing you.”
She studied him.
“Under conditions.”
“Of course.”
“No gifts worth more than I can comfortably return.”
His face pained.
“That is extremely specific.”
“Your first flowers cost four hundred dollars.”
“How do you know?”
“I looked them up.”
“Why?”
“To understand why I was angry.”
He laughed.
“Fine.”
“No surprise security outside my apartment.”
“Unless a credible threat—”
“Then tell me.”
“Yes.”
“No calling my employer.”
“I have never—”
“You thought about it.”
Dominic stopped.
“Fine.”
“And if I ever say I need space, you do not send Frankie.”
“Frankie doesn’t work for me.”
“Good.”
They both laughed.
Then Norah became serious.
“And I am not your moral proof.”
His smile disappeared.
“What?”
“I am not the poor waitress you love so newspapers can decide you became good.”
“I do not want that story.”
“Neither do I.”
“Your change has to belong to you even if I leave.”
Dominic looked at her for a long time.
Then:
“Yes.”
That answer mattered.
The trials concluded over the following months.
Nathan Cole was convicted on major financial and obstruction counts.
Victor received a reduced sentence for cooperation but still served time.
The subcontractor connected to Patrick’s assault faced separate charges.
Valerie’s case resolved through a negotiated plea involving financial misconduct and obstruction-related conduct.
She testified.
At sentencing, she said:
“I spent most of my life believing humiliation was something weak people experienced because they failed to protect themselves.”
Her voice shook.
“I learned too late that I was humiliating people because I needed proof I was not weak.”
Norah heard the statement through news coverage.
She thought of Lily’s knees.
Valerie continued:
“I did not order Mr. Parker’s assault.”
“I did help create the system around it.”
That was accurate.
The judge imposed consequences reflecting her conduct.
No melodramatic life sentence.
No magical escape.
Reality.
Months later, Norah asked Dominic:
“Do you forgive her?”
They were walking beside the lake.
He thought.
“For the affair with power?”
Norah frowned.
“She didn’t cheat on you with a person.”
“No.”
“That would’ve been easier.”
He smiled sadly.
“She wanted what I represented more than she wanted me.”
“Maybe I wanted what she represented too.”
“What?”
“Respectability.”
“Beauty.”
“A family that looked legitimate.”
He shrugged.
“We used each other honestly at first.”
“Then lied.”
“People are messy.”
Norah nudged his arm.
“Deep.”
“I’ve been reading.”
“Dangerous.”
Dominic took her hand.
Not possessively.
Question.
She let him.
Five years earlier? No, only maybe 1.5 years.
At that moment, Chicago did not bow.
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No one noticed.
That was exactly why Norah trusted it.
