Chapter 2 - The Old Man's Command
The cinematic realism of the suffocating, heavy tension completely electrified the grand dining room.
A wide shot captured the heavy mahogany doors of the dining room swinging silently open. Alessandro stepped completely into the warm golden light. He was a devastatingly handsome thirty-something man wearing a flawless, sharply tailored black suit over a dark black shirt. He wasn't a guest. He was the most feared, ruthless, and untouchable mafia boss in the entire city.
Alessandro completely froze in the doorway, his natural micro-expressions shifting into cold, calculating observation as he witnessed the chaotic scene on the marble floor.
Sitting quietly at the far end of the massive dining table was Giovanni.
The late-sixties man with completely gray hair wore a dark velvet robe over a white collared shirt. He was Alessandro’s father, the retired, legendary don of the syndicate. Giovanni hadn't moved to stop the housekeeper, but the exact second his powerful son walked into the room, the elderly man slowly stood up.
Giovanni gripped his heavy silver walking stick and looked directly at Alessandro with profound, quiet, and absolutely undeniable authority.
"Son," Giovanni commanded smoothly, his deep voice slicing right through the ambient noise of the room. "Protect her."
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A tight close-up captured Meline. The bleeding maid physically flinched, her brown eyes widening in sheer, breathless shock. She slowly turned her head, realizing for the very first time exactly who the quiet old man in the velvet robe truly was.
👉 Alessandro’s lethal gaze locked entirely onto the weeping maid, his eyes instantly catching a horrifying detail.
