Chapter 8 - The Cornered Rat
Marco pushed himself up from the edge of the leather sofa. His face was pale, sweat dripping down his forehead as he wiped the blood from his brow.
He knew Domenico’s reputation. He knew that treason against the family resulted in a slow, agonizing death in a dark, soundproof basement. Driven entirely by the primal, suffocating panic of a cornered rat, Marco reached his trembling hand inside the breast pocket of his dark suit jacket.
He was reaching for a concealed, compact firearm.
He never even managed to wrap his fingers around the grip.
Domenico moved with the explosive, terrifying speed of a seasoned killer. Before Marco could even clear the fabric of his jacket, Domenico closed the distance, grabbed Marco by the throat with his massive, tattooed left hand, and violently slammed him back against the heavy mahogany wall.
The sheer force of the impact knocked the breath entirely out of Marco’s lungs. Domenico’s right hand shot forward, efficiently and ruthlessly disarming the struggling man, tossing the weapon uselessly across the hardwood floor.
"You bring a gun into the room with my niece?" Domenico hissed, his face inches from his brother-in-law's terrified eyes. His grip tightened around Marco's throat, slowly cutting off his oxygen.
Camilla screamed, burying her face in her hands, completely unable to watch the violent destruction of her husband.
Domenico didn't snap Marco's neck. He wanted them to suffer the full, agonizing weight of syndicate justice. He released his grip just enough to let Marco gasp for air, then threw him brutally onto the floor next to Camilla.
"Guards!" Domenico roared, his voice finally breaking the quiet terror of the room.
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Within exactly three seconds, the heavy mahogany doors burst open. Four massive, heavily armed enforcers wearing black tactical gear stormed into the drawing room, their weapons instantly drawn and locked onto Camilla and Marco.
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