Chapter 7 - Blood in the Snow
Inside the pitch-black grand ballroom, forty armed guards were milling around in total confusion, shouting over one another, pulling out tactical flashlights.
At the center podium stood Victor, holding a battery-powered bullhorn.
“Calm down! Everyone stay calm!” Victor screamed through the bullhorn. “It’s just a secondary power grid failure! Keep your weapons drawn!”
Suddenly, the massive double doors of the ballroom were blown off their hinges by an explosive charge!
KABOOM!
Wood splinters and dust rained down over the crowd!
Through the smoke and flashing emergency strobe lights walked Roman Moretti, his dark eyes glowing with lethal fury, holding two heavy automatic weapons!
Beside him stood Emma, firing precise, non-lethal suppressing shots into the ceiling, her voice booming across the chamber!
“DROP YOUR WEAPONS! YOUR TRUE BOSS IS ALIVE!” Emma’s voice echoed like a siren.
The guards froze in absolute shock.
“Roman?!” one senior captain gasped, dropping his pistol instantly. “Victor told us you were dead!”
Victor’s face twisted into horror. “He’s an impostor! Kill him!” Victor shrieked, pulling his own gun to fire at Roman!
Before Victor could squeeze the trigger, a dark shadow leaped from the second-floor mezzanine balcony above!
Brutus plummeted fifteen feet through the air, landing directly onto Victor’s chest with staggering momentum!
CRASH!
Victor hit the marble podium floor hard, his gun flying across the room as Brutus pinned his shoulders to the ground, his giant fangs hovering two inches from Victor’s throat!
“Move a finger, Victor, and he tears your throat out,” Emma’s calm voice rang out from the doorway.
The remaining forty guards, seeing Roman standing tall, seeing the traitors exposed, immediately dropped their weapons to the floor, bowing their heads in complete submission to their true Don.
Roman walked slowly through the crowd of guards, his heavy footsteps echoing off the high painted ceilings. He stopped beside Victor, who was weeping and trembling beneath Brutus’s crushing weight.
Roman looked down at his former chief of security with total contempt.
“You tried to take my house, Victor,” Roman said, his voice cold as the winter ice outside. “You tried to use my dog. And you tried to murder the woman I love.”
Emma’s heart skipped a massive beat as those words resonated across the quiet ballroom. The woman I love. She looked at Roman, her gray eyes shining with profound emotion.
Roman turned to his loyal captains. “Lock Victor in the deepest cage in the basement. He spends the rest of his life reflecting on his treason.”
The loyal guards immediately stepped forward, dragging the screaming traitor away in heavy chains.
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Roman stood in the center of the grand ballroom. The battle was over. The empire was secure.
He turned slowly toward Emma.
