Chapter 2 - The Boss's Wrath
The heavy mahogany doors of the drawing room slammed open with terrifying force.
Domenico Romano burst into the room. He was thirty-nine years old, and he was the undisputed, universally feared boss of the New York mafia. He was tall, lean, and intensely muscular, moving with the lethal grace of an apex predator. His long dark brown hair was slicked back flawlessly, framing a strong jawline, a short, trimmed beard, and intense brown eyes that currently burned with absolute, unadulterated fury.
He wore a tailored black suit, a crisp black dress shirt, and a black silk tie. A prominent, dark, intricate tattoo covered his right forearm, extending dangerously toward his wrist, visible as he clenched his massive hands into tight fists.
Domenico saw the shattered porcelain on the floor. He saw the red, hand-shaped welt blooming on his fourteen-month-old niece's fair, rosy cheek. And he saw his sister, Camilla, towering over the weeping child.
Domenico didn't walk; he closed the distance in three massive strides. He immediately dropped to one knee, wrapping his strong, heavily tattooed arm around the weeping Sofia, forcefully pulling her tiny body safely behind his broad back for absolute protection.
He slowly stood back up, his entire posture radiating a cold, deadly promise of extreme violence. He glared furiously at his sister, his battle-hardened expression promising absolute destruction.
"Stay away from my niece!" Domenico roared, his eyes blazing, his deep voice exploding with a rage that rattled the crystal chandeliers above them.
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But Camilla wasn't looking at Domenico. She was completely, totally ignoring the terrified child she had just assaulted. Her anxious, panicked gaze was fixed entirely on the sealed, yellowed envelope lying amidst the sharp shards of broken porcelain.
👉 Read Part 3 to see the brutal, high-stakes fight for the hidden envelope.
