Chapter 4 - The Retribution
Dominic did not utter a single word. He didn't need to.
He stood up smoothly from the carpet, his perfectly tailored black tuxedo shifting over his heavily muscled frame. With incredible, terrifying gentleness, he placed his large hand on Lulu’s shoulder and guided her carefully backward, moving her safely behind the massive, silent bodyguard who had followed him into the room.
Once his daughter was completely secured behind a wall of muscle and Kevlar, Dominic turned his absolute, undivided attention to Marcella.
Marcella tried to maintain her arrogant composure, lifting her chin and clutching the stolen jeweled crown. "Dominic, she was being completely spoiled. I was simply teaching her some necessary discipline—"
She never finished her sentence.
Dominic closed the distance between them in two massive, predatory strides. He didn't pull a weapon. He didn't issue a verbal threat. He simply raised his large, heavily calloused hand and delivered one singular, impossibly powerful open-handed slap directly across Marcella’s face.
The sound of the impact was like a gunshot echoing through the vaulted ceilings of the ballroom.
The sheer, concussive force of the strike lifted Marcella completely off her designer heels. She spun violently sideways, her luxurious crimson party gown blurring as she was thrown through the air. She crashed violently into the intricately decorated birthday gift table, shattering expensive presents, tearing the velvet draping, and collapsing into a heap of ruined luxury on the floor.
The entire ballroom full of hardened syndicate members and high-society elites collectively stopped breathing. No one dared to move. No one dared to speak. They simply watched the legendary boss dispense absolute, unfiltered justice for his child.
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Dominic stood perfectly still, his rugged face devoid of any emotion, looking down at the woman lying in the wreckage of the birthday table.
👉 Read Part 5 to hear the dark, toxic secret Marcella weaponized against him.
