Chapter 4 - Falling Empires
Screams erupted across the grand ballroom.
Guests scrambled in high heels and expensive suits, dropping their drinks in pure panic.
Vivian shrieked and reached into her designer clutch, but Enzo was faster.
Enzo grabbed her wrist, twisting it until a small, silver pistol clattered onto the marble floor.
Luca spat blood and reached for his own weapon, but three of Alessandro’s men already had rifles pointed at his chest.
"You think you can take my throne?" Alessandro roared, the quiet king finally unleashing his wrath.
"You poisoned my cup in my own house!"
Vivian was crying now, her perfect makeup ruined as she struggled against Enzo’s grip.
"It was his idea!" she screamed, pointing at Luca.
"He promised me we would rule the city together!"
Luca glared at her, his mouth a bloody ruin.
"You spineless coward," Luca spat.
Alessandro walked over to Luca, grabbing him by the lapels of his expensive tuxedo.
"You took a bullet for me ten years ago, Luca," Alessandro said coldly.
"Tonight, I spare your life for that bullet, but you will leave New York tonight and never return."
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Alessandro signaled his men.
"Take them to the docks and put them on a cargo ship to nowhere."
