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Chapter 9 - The Uncle's Wrath

The massive metal doors slammed violently against the concrete walls with a deafening, echoing crash.

Vincent Marquetti didn't just walk into the kitchen; he descended upon the room like a dark, unstoppable force of nature. His white open-collar shirt billowed slightly, revealing the thick, aggressive black tattoos across his chest and neck. His intense blue-gray eyes were completely devoid of mercy, radiating a cold, lethal, and absolutely terrifying wrath.

Marcus gasped in profound, breathless shock. He wildly swung the suppressed pistol away from Elena, desperately trying to aim it at the massive mafia boss.

But Vincent was vastly faster, and infinitely more violent.

Vincent lunged across the kitchen, his heavily tattooed hand clamping down around the barrel of the weapon, violently twisting the gun entirely out of the traitor's hand. With his other hand, Vincent grabbed Marcus by the throat, lifting the grown man completely off the floor and slamming him brutally against the stainless steel preparation tables.

"You brought a gun near my niece?" Vincent roared, his deep voice shaking the very foundation of the massive estate, the terrible, awe-inspiring power of the ultimate syndicate king finally unleashed.

Marcus choked, his eyes rolling back in pure, unadulterated terror as the air was violently crushed from his windpipe. He realized, with absolute horror, that the boss knew exactly who the little girl was.

Vincent threw the gasping, broken traitor onto the floor like a piece of garbage, stepping firmly onto Marcus's chest to pin him down.

Vincent slowly turned his head, his fierce, terrifying expression instantly softening as he looked at Elena, who was weeping uncontrollably on the floor, clutching Lily to her chest.

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"The time-out is over," Vincent said softly, his voice thick with profound, protective emotion.

👉 Continue to Part 10 for the absolute, satisfying conclusion.

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