Chapter 7 - The Falling Shadows
Dante reclaimed two extra tactical magazines from the fallen mercenaries, his dark eyes burning with relentless focus. He didn't waste a single second.
Moving back through the wall passage, he bypassed the main living room and emerged silently behind the two guards posted at the grand entrance archway.
The mercenaries were arguing in hushed tones about how to divide the Don's luxury car collection once the takeover was complete. They never heard the floorboards give way behind them.
Thwip. Thwip.
Both men crumpled to the marble floor in an instant. Dante dragged their weapons into the shadows under the archway, clearing his path toward the private study where the architect of the betrayal sat drinking his cognac.
Inside the study, Leo Marino suddenly frowned. He set his crystal glass down on the mahogany desk, noticing the eerie, dead silence that had settled over the sprawling estate.
"Why is it so quiet out there?" Leo demanded, reaching for his suppressed pistol on the desk. "Vince! Tony! Report in!"
Silence answered him.
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Leo stood up from the leather chair, his heart skipping a beat as a sudden prickle of cold sweat broke out across his neck. He turned to the two mercenaries standing by the fireplace. "Go check the dining hall. Now."
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