Chapter 10 - The Vow of Protection
“Lorenzo, please!” Victoria shrieked pathetically, crawling toward his boots. “It was Silvio’s idea! He forced me to do it! I love you! I can be a good wife!”
“You are a parasite,” Lorenzo stated coldly, completely devoid of human empathy.
Lorenzo reached down and grabbed Victoria’s hand. With one sharp motion, he ripped the massive diamond engagement ring right off her finger, stripping her of her power, her wealth, and her status in a single second.
Using Silvio’s confiscated radio, Lorenzo deactivated the jamming signal and summoned his heavily armed, loyal guards from the lobby. Within seconds, the room was swarming with men.
“Take them to the warehouse,” Lorenzo ordered his lieutenant, pointing at the weeping fiancée and the unconscious underboss. “They don't go to the police. They face syndicate justice. If either of them ever sees the sun again, I will hold you personally responsible.”
Victoria’s horrific, desperate screams echoed through the penthouse as the guards dragged her violently out the door, her reign of greed permanently destroyed.
The suite fell into a profound, peaceful silence.
Lorenzo dropped the pistol onto the desk. The terrifying mafia boss completely melted away. He turned around and walked over to Elena and Mia.
He ignored his own pain and dropped to one knee right in front of the three-year-old girl.
“Thank you for your song, Mia,” Lorenzo smiled, a genuine, warm expression that hadn't been seen in years. “It was beautiful.”
He looked up at Elena, who was crying tears of pure relief.
“You are no longer a struggling nurse, Elena,” Lorenzo promised, his voice thick with profound gratitude. “I am clearing all of your medical debt by tomorrow morning. I am buying you a secure, fully funded home. You and your daughter are under my absolute protection for the rest of your lives. Nobody will ever raise a hand to you again.”
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Elena wept, wrapping her arms around her daughter, finally safe from the crushing weight of poverty and fear. Lorenzo stood beside them, looking out at the glittering New York skyline. He had lost a toxic empire of lies, but he had woken up to something far greater: a real family to protect.
Do you think the syndicate warehouse was the right punishment for Victoria, or did the cruel fiancée deserve to face the police instead?
