CHAPTER 9: THE CONFRONTATION
Instead of panicking, Vincent acted with absolute calm. He ordered Elena and Sophie to be moved to a safe house in Michigan under Marcus's personal guard.
The next evening, the gates of the estate were left subtly unlatched.
At 2:00 AM, a convoy of dark sedans pulled quietly up the driveway. Dominic, accompanied by Anthony and ten heavily armed hitmen, slipped through the front doors.
The grand foyer was dark, save for a single light beaming down on the central armchair.
Vincent sat there alone, wearing a pristine grey suit, sipping a glass of bourbon.
""You're late, Dominic,"" Vincent said smoothly.
Anthony gasped, stepping back. ""Don Vincent...""
""Sit down, Anthony,"" Vincent commanded softly without looking at him. ""Or stand there and face the consequences of your betrayal.""
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Dominic smirked, raising his weapon. ""You're alone, old man. It’s over. The city belongs to a new generation.""
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