Chapter 8 - The King Returns
Vincent was sitting in Alexander’s grand study, pouring himself a glass of two-hundred-year-old scotch.
He had his feet propped up on the antique mahogany desk, already celebrating his treacherous victory.
His four bodyguards stood by the door, entirely relaxed and off their guard.
Suddenly, the heavy oak doors of the study burst open with a deafening crash.
Alexander walked into the room, holding his pistol loosely at his side, projecting an aura of absolute death.
Vincent dropped his glass, the expensive crystal shattering on the floor as his face drained of all color.
“You are supposed to be dead,” Vincent whispered, stumbling backward out of the leather chair.
“I was delayed,” Alexander replied smoothly, stepping fully into the light.
Vincent’s bodyguards immediately raised their weapons, but they were trembling with hesitation.
“If any of you pull a trigger, my men outside will slaughter your entire families by morning,” Alexander promised calmly.
The absolute authority in his voice broke the bodyguards' resolve instantly.
They slowly lowered their guns, stepping away from Vincent and surrendering to the true king.
Vincent realized he was completely alone, trapped in a room with a monster he had failed to kill.
He fell to his knees, begging for mercy and offering to give up all of his illicit territories.
Alexander looked down at his former friend with nothing but cold, empty disgust.
“You tried to take my life, and you laid your hands on the woman I love,” Alexander stated quietly.
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He raised his weapon and fired a single, deafening shot.
The reign of the traitor was officially over.
