Chapter 8 - The Bloody Confession
Dominic swallowed hard, a drop of nervous sweat suddenly rolling down his temple. The arrogant facade began to crack.
"What are you talking about?" Dominic demanded aggressively, trying to maintain control of the narrative. "I heard the gunshots myself! Vincent is dead!"
"No," Marcus corrected flawlessly, completely devoid of human empathy for the traitor. "Vincent is in surgery. He is alive."
Clara gasped, a massive, overwhelming wave of pure relief crashing over her. She stood up from her chair, completely ignoring Dominic’s threatening glare.
"And before he passed out," Marcus continued, reaching into his pocket, "he left me a very specific message."
Marcus pulled out the small, blood-stained piece of folded paper. He held it up high under the bright lights of the ballroom.
"He wrote down the name of the coward who shot him in the back," Marcus announced loudly, his voice dripping with unstoppable justice. "He wrote your name, Dominic."
The ballroom erupted into sheer, chaotic fury. The loyal capos instantly drew their weapons, pointing dozens of heavy handguns directly at Dominic.
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"It's a fake!" Dominic shrieked like a feral banshee, completely losing his mind. He backed away, his hands raised in absolute terror. "Marcus is lying! He's trying to steal the throne for himself!"
👉 What terrifying, impossible figure is about to step out of the shadows to seal Dominic's fate?
