Chapter 5 - The Perfect Trap
The autumn sun finally set over the city of Providence, painting the evening sky in deep, bruised shades of purple and blood red.
The massive Romano estate was completely completely dark from the outside, looking abandoned and vulnerable.
Allessandro had explicitly ordered all the exterior security and landscape lights turned off to perfectly sell the illusion of total chaos.
Inside the luxurious study, Allessandro lay flat on the Persian rug, forcing his body to remain perfectly, eerily still.
His expensive suit jacket was removed, his silk tie was violently loosened, and a heavy wooden chair was tipped over near his legs.
In the dim light, he looked exactly like a powerful man who had suffered a sudden, agonizing, and fatal heart attack.
Isabella sat rigidly on the expensive leather sofa across the room, trembling uncontrollably in the freezing darkness.
A suppressed pistol was pointed directly at the center of her back from the deep shadows by one of Allessandro’s elite guards.
"They just replied to my text, they are coming right now," she whispered, staring in horror at the glowing screen of her phone.
"They said they are passing the front gates and will be inside the house in less than ten minutes."
Allessandro did not move a single muscle, but his deep voice drifted quietly from the floor like a ghost.
"Who exactly is coming to claim my crown, Isabella?"
She swallowed hard, wiping a thick bead of cold sweat from her pale forehead.
"Tony Moretti is coming himself," she answered softly, her voice cracking with fear.
"He desperately wants to see your dead body with his own eyes before he officially claims the territory as his own."
Allessandro smiled in the dark, his teeth gleaming faintly in the moonlight spilling through the window.
Tony Moretti was incredibly arrogant, famously careless, and dangerously greedy.
It was the absolute perfect combination of fatal flaws to lure a fat rat out of his safe hiding place.
Exactly ten minutes later, the distinct sound of heavy, armored tires crunched aggressively against the gravel driveway outside the window.
The heavy, solid oak front doors of the grand estate groaned loudly as they were pushed open.
The menacing sound of heavy boots echoed ominously through the cavernous marble hallway.
There were at least five men in the group, walking with the loud, heavy confidence of arrogant conquerors who believed they had already won.
The study doors suddenly swung open with a violent crash, casting a long, bright shaft of hallway light across the dark carpet.
Tony Moretti walked in with a swagger, wearing a flashy, oversized camel-hair coat and a smug, sickening smile.
He looked down with profound satisfaction at Allessandro's seemingly lifeless body sprawled on the floor.
"Well, well, well, look how the mighty have fallen," Tony chuckled darkly, pulling an expensive Cuban cigar from his coat pocket.
"The great, untouchable Allessandro Romano, brought down by his own pathetic breakfast."
He turned his arrogant attention to Isabella, who was visibly shaking on the leather couch.
"You did very good work today, sweetheart," Tony praised her mockingly, blowing smoke in her direction.
"Your little brother will be released in the morning, just like I promised."
Tony walked closer to Allessandro’s motionless body, casually pulling a silver, pearl-handled pistol from his waistband.
"I am just going to put one in his brain to be absolutely, one hundred percent sure," Tony murmured, aiming the gun directly at Allessandro's head.
Before Tony's finger could even tighten on the trigger, the heavy study doors slammed shut with a deafening bang.
The blinding overhead crystal chandeliers flipped on simultaneously, disorienting the intruders instantly.
Allessandro opened his eyes wide and swept his long leg out in a brutal arc, kicking Tony as hard as he could in the kneecap.
The Boston boss screamed in sudden, excruciating agony as the bone shattered, dropping his silver weapon to the floor.
Allessandro rolled smoothly and flawlessly to his feet, a heavy, black revolver already gripped tightly in his right hand.
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"Welcome to my home, Tony," Allessandro said coldly, pointing the gun at the crippled man.
The deadly trap had been flawlessly sprung.
