Chapter 9 - The Boss's Judgment
The four heavily armed enforcers immediately surrounded the treacherous couple on the floor, their expressions completely devoid of any sympathy as they hauled Camilla and Marco roughly to their feet.
"Domenico, I'm your sister!" Camilla wailed pathetically, struggling against the iron grip of the guards. "You can't do this to me! Think of our mother! Think of the family!"
"You forfeited your right to this family the second you signed Antonio's death warrant," Domenico delivered, his voice carrying the absolute, unquestionable authority of the reigning king.
He walked slowly toward them, his polished black dress shoes clicking sharply against the hardwood floor.
"You wanted Antonio’s shipping routes? They are gone," Domenico stated coldly, systematically stripping them of everything they had murdered for. "You wanted his private fortune? It is entirely locked in a blind trust for Sofia, completely untouchable. You killed your own brother for absolutely nothing."
Marco groaned, spitting blood onto the rug, his arrogant demeanor entirely crushed by the sheer physical and psychological dominance of the boss.
"Take them to the warehouse," Domenico ordered his men, his intense brown eyes burning with a dark, terrifying promise of agonizing retribution. "Do not kill them quickly. I want them to feel every single second of the pain Antonio felt when his car went off that cliff. When you are finished, erase their names from the family ledger. They never existed."
"No! Please!" Camilla shrieked, her voice echoing shrilly through the massive estate as the enforcers dragged her and her husband brutally out of the drawing room, their lives of luxury and treachery permanently, violently erased.
The heavy doors slammed shut, plunging the drawing room back into a quiet, heavy silence.
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The traitors were gone. The ghost of his brother was finally avenged.
👉 Continue to Part 10 for the heartwarming final conclusion.
