Chapter 3 - The Bad Lady
The heavy, toxic silence in the grand dining room was absolutely deafening.
Standing gracefully near the dark mahogany dining table, entirely illuminated by the crystal chandeliers, was Bianca. The thirty-something girlfriend was incredibly attractive, wearing a stunning, expensive gold silk slip dress. She had perfectly styled blonde hair and radiated a sophisticated, high-society elegance.
She had been dating Dante for exactly six months. She had flawlessly played the role of the devoted, loving partner, entirely convincing the ruthless mafia boss that she was completely loyal to his syndicate.
A wide shot captured Bianca watching them from across the room. She was holding a crystal glass of expensive champagne. She didn't know exactly what the little girl was showing Dante on the floor, but her natural micro-expressions conveyed a sudden, incredibly sharp sense of panic. Her elegant facade cracked slightly as she actively realized the child might have exposed her massive betrayal.
Dante didn't stand up. He didn't aggressively confront his girlfriend.
His face hardened into absolute, lethal stillness. He slowly turned his lethal gaze back down to the photographs scattered on the marble floor.
To understand the absolute, unhinged horror freezing the blood in Dante's veins, one had to look at the exact contents of the images. They were precise, highly classified diagrams of the mansion's blind spots. There were photographs of the armed guards' patrol rotations. There were detailed shots of the heavy biometric locks on the front gates.
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"Ella," Dante whispered smoothly, his deep voice carrying a freezing, lethal frequency that completely silenced the weeping maid beside him. "Where did you find these?"
👉 Ella looked up at the terrifying mafia boss, entirely ready to deliver the apocalyptic execution order.
