Chapter 12 - The Desperate Strike
Realizing his life's ambition was crumbling into dust, Vincenzo’s face twisted into a mask of pure, unhinged rage. He lunged forward, pulling a small silver derringer pistol hidden in his sleeve, aiming it directly at Lucia’s heart.
"If I go to hell, Mateo's daughter comes with me!" Vincenzo screamed.
Alexander reacted instantaneously. He stepped directly into the line of fire, wrapping his broad arms around Lucia and turning his body to shield her completely.
Crack!
The sharp report of the small pistol echoed in the enclosed crypt. Alexander grunted, a sharp pain searing through his shoulder, but his grip on Lucia never wavered.
Before Vincenzo could rack a second round, Leo stepped forward, striking Vincenzo across the jaw with the butt of his rifle, knocking the old traitor cold onto the marble floor.
"Alexander!" Lucia cried out, her hands flying to his shoulder as dark red blood began to stain his grey suit jacket. "You're hurt!"
"I'm fine," Alexander breathed, looking down at her face with deep, unwavering affection. "It's just a flesh wound. A small price to pay to keep you safe."
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The commandos quickly cuffed Vincenzo and his men, dragging them out of the ancient crypt into the waiting police transports outside.
👉 Read PART 13 to see how Alexander restored justice to the Vannucci name in New York!
