Chapter 8 - Reclaiming the Throne
The bedroom erupted into absolute chaos.
Before Dominic’s guards could raise their weapons, Tessa pulled the trigger, sending a deafening blast into the ceiling that shattered the crystal chandelier and rained glass down over the panicked enforcers.
Massimo used the distraction to lunge forward from the floor, swinging the heavy brass lamp with bone-crushing force into the knees of the nearest guard, sending him crashing down.
Dominic panicked, trying to aim his pistol at Tessa, but she already pivoted the shotgun barrel downward, blasting the floor tiles right inches from his boots.
"Drop it!" Tessa screamed, her voice echoing with absolute authority.
Realizing he was entirely outmatched by a fearless woman holding a shotgun and a furious mafia boss crawling toward him like an apex predator, Dominic dropped his weapon, falling backward in absolute terror.
"Kill me if you want, Massimo!" Dominic whimpered, holding his hands up. "The capos know I'm here! If I die, they'll tear this house apart!"
Massimo dragged himself across the floor, stopping inches away from Dominic. He reached up, grabbing Dominic by the collar of his suit and hoisting him forward with terrifying upper-body strength.
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"Let them come," Massimo whispered into Dominic’s ear, his voice dark and demonic. "Because I'm taking every single one of them down with you."
👉 Dominic was zip-tied and dragged away to the basement cells, but Massimo’s true battle had only just begun.
