Chapter 7 - The Empire Burns
Valentina physically staggered backward, her champagne glass slipping from her hand and shattering violently against the marble floor.
"Pregnant?" Valentina stammered, real panic finally hijacking her nervous system as she looked at Dante's pitch-black eyes. "Dante, listen to me, we can fix this! We have an alliance! My father’s cartel will back you! You don't need her!"
Dante slowly reached down to the white sheets. He picked up the loaded handgun Isabella had left behind.
He didn't hesitate for a single micro-second. He raised the weapon and fired a shot directly into the wall, a mere two inches from Valentina's face.
Valentina screamed, dropping to her knees in pure terror.
"I don't care about your father's cartel," Dante growled, his voice echoing over the ringing gunshot. "I care about my wife."
He turned to his two massive bodyguards, who were standing frozen in the doorway.
"Strip her of her communications," Dante ordered coldly. "Freeze every single operational account tied to her cartel using our secondary servers. Execute her lieutenants in the lobby. We are torching the alliance. Tonight."
"Boss, that will start a massive war!" the lead guard warned. "We'll lose half our territory!"
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"Burn it all to the ground," Dante commanded, utterly devoid of mercy. "The empire cost me my family. It doesn't deserve to exist."
👉 Dante dismantled his entire world for revenge, but finding a ghost with FBI leverage would prove to be his greatest punishment.
