Chapter 1 - Shadows in the Entryway
The heavy oak side door slipped open without a sound as Dante Russo stepped over the threshold into his luxury marble mansion. Dark navy suit tailored to perfection, short dark hair impeccably styled, the Late 30s Don carried an air of lethal calm. But as his leather shoes touched the polished marble, the suffocating atmosphere inside told him something was terribly wrong.
The grand entryway was bathed in dim, flickering shadows under the massive crystal chandelier. In the living room beyond the towering wall pillars, armed men moved like phantoms, holding silenced tactical rifles in low-ready positions.
Before Dante could reach for the custom sidearm tucked inside his suit jacket, a hand darted out from around a marble corner.
Beatrice Moore, the 30s blonde housekeeper in her black maid dress and crisp white apron, pressed her index finger firmly against her lips. Her face was pale, sweat glistening on her forehead under the dim lights.
"Stay quiet, Mr. Russo... they’re everywhere!" Beatrice breathed in a terrified whisper that barely carried across the stone floor.
Dante’s jaw tightened. He didn't flinch. Instead, his dark eyes narrowed into razor-sharp slits as he surveyed the hallway. Sitting curled up against the baseboard near the grand archway was Camila Hayes, his 20s blonde fiancée. Her off-shoulder white silk dress was crumpled against the cold floor, her slender shoulders trembling violently in pure, unadulterated fear.
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The estate had been breached from within. The front perimeter guard posts—manned by thirty heavily armed loyal soldiers—had not fired a single shot.
👉 Read on to discover who disarmed the mansion security from the inside.
