Chapter 3 - The Doctor's Secret
The heavy, toxic silence in the magnificent library was absolutely deafening.
A close-up captured Vincent slowly raising his own tattooed hand toward the back of his neck. His fingers brushed against his dark hair, pressing firmly against the base of his skull. He felt it perfectly. It wasn't bone. It wasn't scar tissue.
It was a highly sophisticated, surgically implanted neural blocker. A military-grade micro-device specifically designed to scramble memory recall and completely suppress highly classified information.
Vincent’s heartbeat slowed to a calm, terrifying rhythm. He realized his own trusted circle had intentionally implanted the device to keep him completely neutralized while they quietly stole his entire empire.
An extreme close-up captured Vincent lowering his hand. He stared blankly ahead, his pale eyes radiating pure, unfiltered, and absolute demonic fury.
A subtle, incredibly powerful emotional pause hung in the dead air.
"Emily," Vincent whispered with deadly, freezing calm, his deep voice carrying a lethal frequency. "Who cuts my hair?"
Emily, the thirty-something maid, was violently trembling in her black uniform. She clutched her white apron, completely terrified of the mafia boss. She rushed forward and aggressively pulled little Sophie behind her legs to protect her.
"Dr. Aris, sir," Emily choked out, profound panic actively destroying her mind. "The private syndicate physician. He comes to the mansion every two weeks to trim your hair and check your vitals."
"And who authorized Dr. Aris to handle my medical care after the accident?" Vincent asked smoothly, completely dominating the massive room.
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"Your underboss, Marcus," Emily whispered, tears of pure terror welling in her eyes. "He said you weren't allowed to see any outside doctors."
👉 Vincent slowly stood up from his leather chair, preparing to execute the most violent house-cleaning in Boston history.
