Chapter 29
Before Victor could establish his position, the temperature in the immediate vicinity plummeted to absolute zero. As soon as the heavy wooden doors clicked shut, the illusion of vulnerability vanished entirely.
Marcus and Silas, Ethan’s most lethal capos, stepped out from behind the heavy velvet curtains, their suppressed automatic weapons raised and aimed directly at the rogue mercenaries accompanying Victor.
"Drop your weapons," Marcus commanded, his American accent crisp and absolute.
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The guards hesitated for a fraction of a second. Ethan stepped seamlessly out of the shadows, materializing directly behind his estranged cousin. He moved with explosive, blinding speed. He closed the distance, grabbed the heavy tactical vest of the intruder, and hurled the massive man violently against a solid marble column. Victor crashed, shattering his collarbone. The remaining hostiles instantly surrendered, dropping their handguns onto the polished floor.
Ethan stood over the groaning mercenary, his tailored tuxedo completely unhindered by the exertion. "Did you truly believe you could walk into my domain and use my wife to leverage my throne?" Ethan whispered, his voice a vibrating hum of absolute danger. "Did you come back to die for your cowardice?" Victor gasped for air, his arrogant facade entirely shattered by the terrifying reality of the Mafia boss.
