Chapter 8 - The Shadow's Reckoning
With Lily and Elena safely navigating downriver toward the coast, Dominic turned to face his brother’s remaining loyalists in the cold boathouse.
Julian walked out of the dark tunnel passage, holding a tactical rifle, his face bruised from his earlier scuffle with Marco. "You gave up your only exit for a maid and a bastard child, Dominic! You've gone soft!"
Dominic stood calmly in the moonlight filtering through the open water gate, his posture steady and formidable. "A man who doesn't protect his blood isn't a man, Julian. You forgot the first rule our father taught us."
Before Julian could raise his rifle, the heavy steel ceiling grates of the boathouse shattered inward. Marco and twenty elite tactical guards—loyal strictly to Dominic’s primary command—descended on ropes, surrounding Julian’s mercenaries within seconds.
"You thought you bought off my security detail?" Dominic said, stepping forward as his men disarmed the traitors. "Every guard on this property was handpicked by me ten years ago. They let you think your coup was working so I could identify every traitor in the ranks."
Julian dropped his weapon, falling onto his knees on the wet wooden dock as plastic restraints were snapped around his wrists.
"What are you going to do with me?" Julian spat, his voice cracking with sudden fear.
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Dominic looked down at his brother with cold, unyielding judgment. "You will spend the rest of your life in an overseas maximum-security facility, where you will never see the sun or hear the Moretti name again."
👉 Read PART 9 to see Dominic's arrival at the Maine island estate to reunite with Lily!
