The Mafia Boss Was About to Propose to Another Woman — Until He Ran Into Four Identical Copies of Himself in the Restroom

"No," Dominic replied smoothly, his dark, calculating eyes completely dead. "But I did run into Elena in the bathroom."

The crystal champagne flute violently slipped from Silvio’s hand. It crashed loudly against the polished table, shattering into a hundred pieces.

The color violently drained from the Underboss's face. The arrogant, untouchable mafia capo instantly realized his six-year-old assassination plot had just been completely, undeniably exposed.

"Boss, please, let me explain!" Silvio stammered pathetically, his voice cracking into a high-pitched squeal of pure terror. He tried to stand up, desperately trying to pull a weapon from his jacket.

But Dominic was faster.

Dominic casually raised two fingers in the air.

Before Silvio could even draw his gun, four massive, heavily armed enforcers stepped directly out of the shadows of the restaurant. They didn't care about the wealthy, elite patrons screaming in terror. They violently grabbed Silvio by the arms, dragging him aggressively over the broken glass on the table.

"You plotted to kill my children," Dominic announced flawlessly, his voice booming with absolute, unquestionable authority across the silent restaurant.

The Rossi family representatives watched in absolute, stunned horror as the diplomatic dinner turned into a brutal mafia execution.

"Take him to the basement of the warehouse," Dominic commanded his guards. "He doesn't leave alive."

Silvio let out an apocalyptic shriek of pure, unadulterated terror as he was forcefully hauled out the front doors, crying and begging in total, undeniable disgrace. Handing him over to the basement meant he was going to face a slow, agonizing brand of underworld justice that he would never survive.