Chapter 8 - The Confrontation
Dante walked slowly across the dirty floor, stopping just two feet away from Marcus. The thug was visibly sweating, his eyes darting frantically toward the exit, but Dante’s men completely blocked the door.
"You hit a woman this morning," Dante stated, his tone flat and emotionless. "You hit a woman who works in my house. And you threatened to sell a four-year-old child."
Marcus swallowed hard, his throat clicking audibly. "Look, she's my ex! It's a personal dispute! It has nothing to do with syndicate business!"
Dante’s hand shot out with blinding, terrifying speed. He grabbed Marcus by the throat, slamming him violently backward onto the poker table. Cards and casino chips scattered everywhere. Marcus gasped, his legs kicking wildly as Dante easily pinned him down with one hand.
"Everything that breathes under my roof is syndicate business," Dante whispered lethally, leaning closer so Marcus could see the absolute murder in his eyes.
"Please!" Marcus choked out, his face turning purple. "I'll leave her alone! I swear to God, I'll never go near them again!"
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"You're right," Dante agreed smoothly, his grip tightening just enough to make Marcus panic. "You are never going to go near them again. Because you are going to leave this city tonight, and you are never coming back."
👉 What massive price does Marcus have to pay before Dante lets him leave the city alive?
