Chapter 11 - the black box
Five years had passed since that terrifying afternoon in the sunlit drawing room.
Domenico Romano had completely transformed his violent, blood-soaked life.
He aggressively stepped back from the brutal frontlines of the New York mafia, prioritizing one absolute goal: protecting his niece.
Sofia was now six years old. She was a brilliant, vibrant little girl with her father’s dark eyes and a remarkably bright, innocent smile.
She lived completely shielded from the terrifying, dangerous underworld her uncle ruled.
But the ruthless mafia never truly forgets, and past sins rarely stay buried forever.
One rainy Tuesday evening, a heavy black wooden box was delivered directly to the estate’s heavily fortified front gates.
Domenico took the box into his private study. He carefully sliced the thick wax seal open with a sharp silver letter opener.
Inside rested a twisted, charred piece of metal. It was a fragment of a car's brake line.
Domenico’s blood ran completely cold. It was a piece from Antonio’s doomed vehicle.
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Beneath it lay a handwritten note: "Marco was just a pawn. I want my territory back, Domenico."
👉 Read Part 12 to discover the terrifying identity of the true enemy.
