Chapter 21
The deafening roar of gunfire finally ceased, leaving only the sound of heavy rain hitting the bloody pavement. The Ashford strike force had been completely annihilated in less than fifteen minutes. Adrian descended the marble staircase and walked casually into the ruined garden. His polished shoes stepped over the bodies of his enemies as he approached the grand fountain.
Richard sat slumped against the stone, bleeding profusely from a fatal gunshot wound to his chest. He glared up at the imposing Mafia Boss with unadulterated hatred.
"You... you knew," Richard coughed, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the wet grass.
"Greed makes men incredibly predictable, Richard," Adrian said coldly, aiming his sidearm directly at the older man's forehead. "Did you really think Marcus intended to share my throne with you?"
"That treacherous rat..." Richard gasped, realizing his fatal error. "Where is he?"
"The penthouse," Adrian replied seamlessly, his finger tightening on the trigger.
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"You're too late. He will kill them," Richard laughed weakly, a disturbing, desperate sound.
"My uncle is walking into a graveyard," Adrian whispered. He pulled the trigger, ending Richard Ashford’s miserable life in a single flash. Adrian turned to Dante. "Burn these bodies. I have a family matter to attend to."
