Chapter 9 - The Stripping of Power
"Take his watch," Dominic ordered his men, his voice echoing with crushing finality.
Two massive guards stepped forward, hauling Julian to his knees. They violently unclasped the heavy gold watch from his wrist, stripping him of the symbol of his power and status.
"Dominic, please!" Julian shrieked, kicking wildly as the guards pinned his arms behind his back. "I have money! I have connections! You need me to run the offshore accounts!"
"You have nothing," Dominic stated coldly, looking down at the pathetic traitor. "Your accounts are already being frozen. Your properties belong to the syndicate. You came into my house as a brother, and you are leaving as a ghost."
Dominic turned to his head of security.
"Hand him over to the federal agents waiting at the gate," Dominic commanded. "Give them the security footage from the kitchen and the forensic swab of the cake. He will spend the rest of his miserable life rotting in a concrete cell, entirely forgotten."
Julian let out a guttural, horrific scream of pure despair. He thrashed and begged as the guards dragged him out of the grand ballroom, his expensive suit tearing against the floor. His hysterical cries faded into the long hallways, ending his reign of betrayal forever.
The ballroom fell completely silent. The immediate threat was gone, but the heavy, traumatic weight of the evening lingered in the air.
Dominic let out a long, shuddering breath. The intimidating mafia boss completely melted away. He rushed over to Ethan, dropping to his knees and pulling his shocked eight-year-old son into a fierce, desperate, and protective embrace.
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After holding his son tight, Dominic slowly stood up and turned around to look at the young maid and the three-year-old girl still sitting on the floor.
👉 What incredible reward awaits the brave child who saved the billionaire's legacy?
