Chapter 9 - The Dead Man Walking
Alessandro placed his heavily tattooed hands firmly on the armrests of his black wheelchair. He took a slow, deep breath.
Then, to the absolute horror and shock of everyone in the room, Alessandro pushed himself up.
His muscles strained, his tailored black suit shifting as he stood up to his full, towering, intimidating height.
Victor gasped, stumbling backward until his back hit the heavy oak door. "You... you can walk?!"
"I've been walking for three months," Alessandro said coldly, stepping out from behind the desk. "My doctors swore me to secrecy. Because I knew the rat in my organization would only make a mistake when they thought I was permanently paralyzed."
Alessandro walked slowly, purposefully toward the traitor. Every heavy footstep echoed like a death knell in the quiet office.
Sophia kept Emma’s eyes covered, hiding her face in the white apron.
"You killed my brother," Alessandro whispered, stopping mere inches from Victor’s terrified face. "You hunted his wife. You drew a weapon on my niece."
Alessandro didn't draw a gun. He didn't have to. He simply looked at his elite loyalists.
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"Take him to the basement," Alessandro ordered softly. "Make sure he understands exactly what happens to men who spill Moretti blood."
👉 What does the future hold for Sophia, Emma, and the terrifying mafia boss?
