Chapter 6 - The Hostage Wife
The elite criminals in the room erupted into chaotic, angry shouts, demanding revenge and answers. Dominic held up his hands, commanding the room with toxic, stolen authority.
He leaned down next to Clara’s chair, putting his arm around her shoulders to look like a comforting husband. But under the guise of an embrace, his fingers dug violently into her collarbone.
"Stop crying, you pathetic liability," Dominic hissed directly into Clara’s ear, a cold, merciless threat that only she could hear. "Your brother is gone. I own this empire now. If you don't stand up and publicly endorse me as his successor right now, I swear I will lock Adeline in a basement where you will never see her again."
Clara’s blood ran completely cold. The paralyzing fear of losing her two-year-old daughter overpowered her grief. She realized she was married to a feral, remorseless monster.
Dominic stood back up, adjusting his expensive suit jacket, looking out at the angry mob of mobsters.
"In this time of tragedy, we cannot show weakness!" Dominic roared, puffing out his chest. "As Vincent’s underboss and brother-in-law, it is my duty to take the throne. I am officially invoking the succession protocol. I demand your absolute loyalty to me, right here, right now!"
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The capos murmured, hesitant but knowing the strict rules of the syndicate.
👉 Who is about to violently interrupt the traitor's crowning ceremony?
