Chapter 3 - The Fight for the Secret
Standing in the background was Marco, Camilla’s forty-year-old husband. He wore a dark suit and an open-collar shirt. Marco was a notoriously aggressive, deeply secretive man who had spent years trying to claw his way into the upper echelons of the Romano syndicate.
Marco’s eyes tracked his wife's panicked gaze. The moment he saw the yellowed envelope resting on the floor, a look of sheer, suffocating terror flashed across his face. He knew exactly what was inside that hidden envelope, and he knew that if Domenico read it, they were both dead.
Marco lunged forward, diving desperately for the broken porcelain.
"Give me that damn envelope!" Marco shouted, his aggressive tone masking a frantic, pathetic desperation.
But Domenico was infinitely faster and vastly more dangerous. With lightning speed, Domenico stooped down and snatched the yellowed envelope from the floor, securing it tightly in his left hand, all while keeping his massive body positioned to shield little Sofia behind his legs.
Realizing his entire life was over if he didn't get that paper back, Marco completely lost his mind. He immediately swung his fist, aiming a desperate, heavy punch directly at Domenico’s jaw.
It was a fatal mistake.
Domenico smoothly slipped his head to the side, effortlessly dodging the clumsy blow. Using the momentum of Marco’s own aggressive swing against him, Domenico planted his polished black dress shoe, pivoted his hips, and delivered a swift, devastatingly powerful punch directly to Marco’s forehead.
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The heavy, sickening crack echoed through the drawing room. Marco’s eyes rolled back in his head. He tumbled violently backward, his feet completely leaving the floor before he crashed incredibly hard against the edge of a heavy leather sofa, sliding down to the floor in a dazed, groaning heap.
👉 Read Part 4 to witness Camilla's desperate, terrifying final attempt.
