Chapter 3 - The King Arrives
Heavy, synchronized footsteps pound through the outer hallway, fast and relentless.
Julian pauses, his smirk faltering for a split second as the front door lock of his luxury penthouse shatters with a loud metallic crunch.
Heavy leather boots march down the hallway toward the master bathroom.
Julian turns around sharply, dropping his whiskey glass onto the marble floor. It shatters into sharp fragments, amber liquid spreading across the white tiles.
Standing in the doorway, right behind the splintered wood frame, is Vincent Moretti.
Dressed in a sharp black suit with two towering bodyguards standing like marble pillars behind him, Vincent’s presence fills the bathroom with sheer terror.
Julian’s face completely drains of color. The arrogant sneer he wore seconds ago vanishes into raw, uncontrolled panic.
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"V-Vincent... Mr. Moretti?" Julian stammers, taking an instinctive step backward until his back hits the glass shower door. "What... what are you doing in my home?"
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