Chapter 4 - The Fall of the Don
A violent scuffle broke out in the office. Bennett threw a devastating right hook, knocking one guard unconscious, but Julian struck Bennett across the back of the head with the butt of his revolver.
Bennett hit the floor, his vision blurring as blood trickled down his temple. Through the ringing in his ears, he heard Clara screaming as guards dragged her away, and his mother weeping as she was forced back into her room.
"You're a disgrace to your father's legacy, Bennett," Julian spat, standing over him. "I'm taking control of the syndicate tonight."
Bennett was dragged to the mansion's reinforced wine cellar and locked inside behind a three-inch thick oak door.
Lying on the cold concrete, bleeding and stripped of his power, Bennett realized the bitter truth of his mother's words. His money, his muscle, and his status had meant nothing. They hadn't saved his mother from her pain, and they hadn't protected the one woman who had brought light back into their hollow home.
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He sat up, wiping the blood from his eyes. For the first time in his life, Bennett Hale wasn't fighting for power, territory, or pride.
He was fighting for Clara.
