Chapter 63 - the old king awakens
The emergency signal flared a blinding red across the digital monitors at the Pascale estate. Ivy rushed into the command center, her heart hammering with sheer, suffocating terror, but her brilliant mind remained razor-sharp.
Dante was already standing there, staring at the flashing coordinates on the screen. The peaceful, retired philanthropist completely vanished. The terrifying, ruthless mafia boss of the east coast returned in a heartbeat.
The air in the room dropped to freezing temperatures as Dante slowly buttoned his dark suit jacket. "They targeted my grandson," Dante whispered, his deep voice vibrating with an apocalyptic, demonic fury.
Ivy stepped forward, her eyes wide. "Dad, let the federal authorities handle this. If you go back into the dark, it will destroy everything we built."
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Dante turned to look at his daughter, his pale eyes entirely devoid of human mercy. "The police follow rules, Ivy. I do not. Whoever touched that boy is going to learn exactly why this city used to whisper my name in terror." He bypassed the corporate security team and unlocked a hidden armory. The true king of boston was officially going to war.
👉 read part 64 to see the tactical hunt.
