Chapter 5 - The Golden Betrayal
The absolute, bone-chilling horror freezing the blood in Dante's veins was completely palpable.
His brilliant, highly calculating mind actively short-circuited as the massive puzzle violently clicked into place. For the last two weeks, the syndicate had been suffering massive, unexplainable leaks. Heavily guarded shipments had been ambushed. Federal informants seemed to know his exact location. He had ruthlessly interrogated his own loyal enforcers, entirely convinced he had a rat in his inner circle.
He had never suspected the beautiful woman sleeping in his bed.
Dante didn't scream. He didn't violently throw a tantrum. His quietness was infinitely more terrifying. He slowly, deliberately stood up from the marble floor, his black suit completely flawless.
He gently patted the little girl's head, completely dropping his terrifying persona for a single second.
"You are an excellent detective, Ella," Dante whispered warmly, offering her absolute, undeniable protection. He looked directly at the terrified maid. "Take her to the kitchen, Grace. Lock the door. Do not come out until I tell you."
Grace didn't hesitate. She aggressively grabbed Ella and sprinted out of the dining room, entirely desperate to escape the impending violence.
Dante slowly turned his full, lethal attention across the massive room.
Bianca was still standing by the white orchids, forcing a fake, loving smile onto her powdered face. She completely believed the mafia boss was just dealing with a trivial servant issue.
"Dante, darling," Bianca purred softly, walking slowly toward him in her gold silk dress. "Is everything alright? Did the maid's child break something?"
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"Yes," Dante stated clinically, entirely devoid of warmth. "She broke an incredibly expensive illusion."
👉 Dante aggressively closed the distance, completely ready to deliver the absolute, devastating consequence.
