Chapter 47 - the sicilian standoff
Cornered animals are always the most dangerous. Stripped of his wealth, his weapons, and his global influence, the foreign boss resorted to a desperate, suicidal assault. He bypassed the outer perimeter of the estate using old architectural blueprints he had purchased years ago on the black market.
The heavy titanium doors of the grand library swung open. The boss stood there, holding a heavy silver revolver. His expensive suit was wrinkled, his face pale and dripping with frantic sweat. He was accompanied by four heavily armed, loyal mercenaries.
He expected to find Maya cowering in fear. Instead, the queen of the empire was sitting gracefully in a leather armchair, sipping a glass of vintage red wine. Leo stood perfectly still by the fireplace, unarmed, radiating an eerie, deeply intimidating calm.
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"You ruined me!" the boss shrieked hysterically, pointing the trembling revolver directly at Maya's chest. "I am going to end your bloodline tonight!" The tension in the room reached an agonizing, suffocating peak.
👉 read part 48 to hear the dead language that shatters the assassin's illusion.
