His Traitorous Fiancée Laughed at the Maid’s Daughter for Washing the Paralyzed Boss's Feet — Until He Suddenly Stood Up

The entire dining room fell dead silent.

Massimo placed his hands on the armrests of his wheelchair. With a slow, terrifyingly fluid motion, the paralyzed mafia boss pushed himself up.

His tailored black suit shifted as he stood at his full, imposing height.

A collective gasp of absolute horror ripped through the room. A wine glass shattered on the floor. Camille let out a high-pitched shriek, scrambling backward in her chair. Dr. Hale dropped his scotch, his face turning the color of ash.

"Sit down, Dean," Massimo commanded, his voice booming with the lethal, earth-shattering authority of the true king.

Dean was paralyzed with shock. His mouth opened and closed like a fish. "Massimo... how... the doctors said..."

"The doctors said what you paid them to say," Massimo said coldly, stepping away from the wheelchair. He walked smoothly around the table, drawing his .45 caliber pistol from inside his vest.

He grabbed Dr. Hale by the throat and violently slammed the corrupt physician face-first into the mahogany table.

"Did you really think I wouldn't find out?" Massimo roared, pressing the barrel of his gun against the doctor's temple. "Synthetic neurotoxins? An ambush staged by my own right hand? You thought you could bury me alive in my own house?!"

Dean realized it was over. He lunged for his weapon.

But Massimo was faster. BANG.

A single shot rang out. Dean screamed in agony, collapsing to the floor, clutching a shattered kneecap.

"Don't move!" Massimo roared at the capos, who had half-drawn their weapons. "Anyone who stands with him dies with him!"

The capos froze, instantly raising their hands in surrender, terrified by the resurrected boss.