Chapter 4 - The Extended Hand
The cinematic realism of the terrifying, suffocating tension completely paralyzed the luxury restaurant.
A close-up captured Victor DeLuca. The ruthless mafia boss didn't look angry. He radiated an absolute, undeniable, and overwhelming aura of protection. He slowly extended his large, powerful hand down toward Anna.
"Can you stand?" Victor asked, his deep voice carrying a freezing, lethal frequency that sliced right through the ambient noise of the city.
Anna looked up at the towering man in black, her gray eyes wide with shock. She hesitantly reached up, placing her small, trembling hand into his. Victor effortlessly pulled the young waitress up from the marble floor, safely maneuvering her away from the jagged pieces of crystal.
"I... I'm sorry, Mr. DeLuca," Ethan panicked loudly, completely abandoning his sophisticated persona. He was sweating profusely in his charcoal suit. "She spilled wine on me! It was an accident! I didn't mean to push her!"
An extreme close-up captured Victor.
The mafia boss finally, slowly turned his deadly gaze toward the terrified billionaire heir. His mere presence completely silenced the entire room. He didn't yell. A subtle, incredibly powerful emotional pause hung in the dead air.
"You didn't push a waitress, Ethan," Victor whispered coldly, entirely devoid of human mercy.
Ethan physically staggered backward, his knees visibly trembling. "What?"
"You just violently assaulted my biological daughter," Victor stated clinically.
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Ethan’s jaw literally unhinged. All the color violently drained from his face, leaving him looking like a terrified ghost.
👉 Ethan realized he had just physically attacked the only child of the most dangerous man on the East Coast.
