Chapter 6 - A Father's Rage
We moved through the shadowed service corridors like ghosts.
The main lights throughout the three-story estate had been systematically cut, plunging the marble hallways into deep darkness lit only by the pale moonlight filtering through the high arched windows.
Frank had brought six of his most loyal executioners inside—men I had paid for years, men who had sworn fealty to the Russo family. They had turned on me for a cut of Frank’s bloody empire.
I pressed my back against the wall at the foot of the grand staircase, holding up a hand to stop Elena behind me.
Upstairs, near the nursery suite, I could hear heavy combat boots crunching over broken glass.
"Search every room," Frank’s gravelly voice echoed down the hall from the second floor landing. "Find the maid and kill her. If Dominic gets in the way... make it look like she shot him first."
"What about the kids, boss?" one of the mercenaries asked.
"Take them to the secondary safehouse," Frank replied coldly. "They're my leverage to keep Dominic's street captains in line until the board confirms my appointment."
Behind me, Elena let out a soft, horrified gasp. I reached back, grabbing her hand and squeezing it tight.
"Stay behind me," I whispered into her ear. "When I open fire, get into the nursery, lock the steel security door from the inside, and don't open it for anyone but me."
"Dominic... there's six of them," she whispered nervously.
"This is my house," I replied, my eyes burning with absolute, dark fury. "They just bought tickets to their own funeral."
I stepped out from the shadows into the grand foyer, pulling a secondary tactical knife from my belt.
The first mercenary was standing near the bottom of the stairs, his assault rifle raised toward the upper balcony. I glided up behind him without making a sound, drove the blade directly into the gap between his neck and shoulder armor, and brought him down before he could even scream.
I caught his falling rifle before it hit the floor, spun around, and fired a silent burst through the wooden railing above.
The second mercenary on the landing collapsed over the balustrade, crashing onto the marble floor below.
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"Contact!" a guard shouted from upstairs. "He's down in the foyer!"
Automatic gunfire ripped through the grand entrance, shattering the crystal chandelier above my head, showering the room in a rain of glittering glass.
