Chapter 8 - The Basement Order
"You came into my house," Dominic whispered coldly, his deep voice carrying a freezing, lethal frequency that completely silenced the screaming assassin. "You threatened a six-year-old child in my presence. You are not walking out of here alive."
Victor physically struggled against the massive enforcers, but he was completely overpowered, securely pinned beneath their heavy grip. The absolute, undeniable reality of his failed assassination violently crashed over him.
"Take him to the basement," Dominic ordered smoothly, his dark eyes radiating pure demonic fury. "Chain him to the concrete wall. I'll deal with him personally in ten minutes. I want to know exactly who funded his federal escape."
"No! No, please!" Victor screamed in total, undeniable disgrace as the heavy enforcers aggressively dragged him backward toward the hallway.
His desperate, pathetic shrieks echoed through the massive mansion as he was forcefully hauled out of the luxury bedroom. His terrifying attempt at vengeance was permanently erased in a single evening, replaced by the terrifying certainty of a brutal interrogation.
The chaotic, toxic energy was entirely dragged out of the room, plunging the guest bedroom back into a profound, heavy peace.
Dominic slowly turned his full, terrifying attention to the weeping maid still lying flat on the white rug.
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Maria desperately pushed herself up, her blonde updo completely ruined. She was violently shaking, completely terrified of the mafia boss towering over her.
👉 Maria desperately tried to beg for her life, completely unaware that she had already lost everything.
