Chapter 8 - The Immediate Eviction
"You think a five-year-old girl is the only one watching this house?" Dante whispered coldly.
"My men disabled the cameras you thought you hacked," Dante explained flawlessly, ensuring she heard every single devastating word. "I knew they were coming. I just needed to know exactly who gave them the keys. And thanks to a little girl with a plastic badge, I found the rat."
"No! Please!" Bianca wailed pathetically, desperately clawing at his expensive black suit. "I'll do anything! I'll tell you everything about the Russians! I'll be your spy! Just let me live!"
Dante forcefully stepped back, looking down at her with pure, unfiltered disgust.
He didn't yell. His quietness was infinitely more terrifying. He raised two fingers in the air.
Four massive, heavily armed syndicate bodyguards marched directly into the grand dining room. They completely bypassed the massive mahogany table and walked straight up to the weeping, ruined girlfriend on the floor.
"Take her," Dante ordered smoothly. "Strip her of her expensive jewelry. Take her phone and her passport. And then hand her directly over to the surviving Russian assassins outside. Let her explain to them why she led them into a fatal ambush."
"No! No, please!" Bianca shrieked in total, undeniable disgrace as the heavy enforcers aggressively grabbed her arms with bone-crushing force.
"Get your filthy hands off me!" she roared, desperately trying to fight the massive men.
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They didn't care about her pathetic threats. They forcefully dragged the weeping, humiliated traitor backward across the pristine marble floor. She was forcefully dragged out into the freezing, heavy rainstorm, her high-society life permanently erased in a single evening.
👉 Dante turned his full, terrifying attention away from the violence, entirely ready to reward the true hero.
