Chapter 8 - The Confrontation in the Study
The two mercenaries stepped toward the double oak doors of the study, their rifles raised to their shoulders.
Before their hands could touch the brass door handles, both doors were kicked inward with thunderous force. The heavy oak panels slammed violently into the two mercenaries, knocking them backward onto the Persian rug.
Dante stepped through the doorway before the men could recover, firing four precise rounds that neutralized both guards instantly.
Leo backed away frantically, his face turning as white as a sheet. His crystal tumbler slipped from his trembling fingers, shattering against the hardwood floor and spilling amber cognac across the rug.
"Dante...?" Leo stammered, his eyes bulging in pure, chaotic terror. "How... how are you alive?! Your motorcade was wiped out in Miami!"
Dante stepped over the fallen guards, his tall frame blocking the entrance of the study. His navy suit was pristine, his dark eyes cold, calculating, and filled with pitch-black promise.
"You should have bought better hitmen in Florida, Leo," Dante said, his voice dropping into a deadly whisper that filled the room. "And you definitely should have checked the floor plans of my house."
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Leo’s hands shook uncontrollably as he raised his pistol toward Dante’s chest. "Stay back! Don't come any closer! I have thirty men coming from the docks!"
👉 Read Part 9 to see how Dante strips the traitor of everything.
