Chapter 7 - The Executioner Awakens
Domenico stared at his sister, who was still cowering in the velvet chair. He looked at Marco, who was groaning on the floor, blood trickling from his bruised forehead.
For fourteen agonizing months, Domenico had mourned his brother. He had comforted Camilla at the funeral, holding her as she wept fake tears over Antonio’s casket. He had allowed Marco to take over Antonio’s shipping routes, believing he was helping the family heal.
They had murdered his brother. They had stolen his blood, and then they had the absolute, sociopathic audacity to slap his brother's orphaned child in his own house.
Domenico carefully folded the letter and placed it securely into the inner pocket of his tailored black suit.
He didn't scream. He didn't raise his voice. The explosion of rage had passed, leaving behind something infinitely more terrifying: cold, absolute, and unyielding executioner's resolve.
"You killed him," Domenico stated. His deep voice was a quiet, vibrating rumble that seemed to drop the temperature in the sunlit drawing room by twenty degrees. "You cut his brakes."
Camilla began to sob hysterically, shaking her head in a desperate, pathetic attempt to deny the undeniable truth written by a dead man's hand.
"Domenico, please! It's a forgery! It's a lie!" Camilla shrieked, clutching her elegant cream dress as she dropped to her knees on the Persian rug. "Antonio was paranoid! He was crazy! You know Marco and I would never do something like that! We are family!"
"You are not family," Domenico replied smoothly, his eyes completely devoid of any remaining mercy or familial love. "You are a parasite that infected my bloodline."
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Marco, realizing that begging would not save them from a man who ruled the criminal underworld with an iron fist, made one final, desperate, and spectacularly stupid decision.
👉 Read Part 8 to see Marco's fatal mistake.
