Chapter 7 - The Betrayal WithinLorenzo stopped five feet from Marco.
He didn't look at Marco. Instead, his dark eyes locked onto Elena.
“Twelve years,” Lorenzo said softly, his voice cutting through the hall like a razor blade. “I trusted you with my home, my name, and my future children. And you sold me out to a second-rate capo for a fraction of an empire you wouldn't even know how to run.”
Elena raised her chin, her expression hard and defiant. “You never loved me, Lorenzo. You loved the memory of your first wife. I was just a decoration for your arm while you spent all your time playing God in this mausoleum.”
“You’re right about one thing,” Lorenzo replied coldly. “This house is a mausoleum. And today, we’re adding a few more tombs.”
Marco snarled, pulling the trigger.
Click.
An empty chamber.
Marco frantically pulled the slide back, but no round ejected.
“Looking for your bullets?” a familiar, gravelly voice echoed from the top of the grand staircase.
Captain Vance stepped onto the landing, holding a loaded magazine in his hand, tossing it up and catching it casually. “I lifted this from your coat while you were downstairs rehearsing your crying scene, Marco.”
Before Marco could react, Lorenzo moved.
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It was a blur of motion. Lorenzo lunged forward, grabbing Marco’s wrist and bending it backward with bone-crushing force. Marco screamed out in agony as his pistol clattered onto the marble floor.
With a vicious sweep of his leg, Lorenzo kicked Marco’s knees out from under him, sending the traitor crashing hard onto the stone tiles.
