Chapter 9 - THE UNKNOWN SAVIORDomenico stepped past the trembling Silvio, walking right up to the altar steps. He looked down at Camille, who cowered beneath his gaze like a broken doll.
"You planned the ambush on Brooklyn Avenue, didn't you?" Domenico asked quietly. "You gave Dr. Cole the exact coordinates of my route that rainy Tuesday."
Camille sobbed uncontrollably, unable to deny it, her silence serving as a full, absolute confession.
Domenico didn't yell. He didn't rage. He simply turned his back on them, looking out over the sea of terrified faces in the pews—senators, judges, capos, and traitors alike—all realizing that the Vossi empire hadn't fallen. It had just been reborn in fire.
"Bruno," Domenico commanded, not turning around. "Take them to the estate basement. Let Dr. Cole have some company down there. We have a lot of accounting to do."
As the enforcers dragged the screaming Silvio and the sobbing Camille down the aisle, the cathedral slowly emptied in a panicked rush of whispers and flying coattails.
Domenico remained standing alone at the altar.
He dropped his cane, letting it clatter loudly against the stone floor. He took one step. Then another. His legs throbbed with a sharp, burning reminder of the poison that had tried to destroy him, but he stood firmly on his own two feet.
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He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny, unassuming white pill. He held it up to the stained-glass light, watching the colored rays refract off its smooth surface.
A three-year-old girl with dimples and a tubby little face had found what an army of elite doctors had missed. An innocent child who believed in miracles had shattered a conspiracy built by cold-blooded killers.
