Chapter 6 - The Fall of Moretti
The grand ballroom dissolved into violent, chaotic noise.
Victor’s four bodyguards drew their weapons, but Marcus Vance and the Cole family enforcers who had been waiting outside the doors flooded the room, engaging Moretti’s men in a swift, brutal gunfight.
Suppressors hissed through the air, shattered glass rained down from the side mirrors, and within ten seconds, all four of Victor’s bodyguards were neutralised on the carpet.
At the center of the room, Victor was flat on his back, screaming in absolute terror.
Titan stood over him, his massive paws pinned against Victor’s shoulders, his jaws snapped shut inches from Victor’s throat. The dog’s dark fur bristled, his hot breath washing over Victor’s pale, sweat-slicked face.
"GET HIM OFF ME!" Victor shrieked, his hands clawing uselessly at the carpet. "GET THIS MONSTER OFF ME!"
Adrian walked around the long table, taking slow, deliberate steps until he stood over the fallen don. He looked down at Victor with cold, unbothered detachment.
"He isn't a monster, Victor," Adrian said softly. "His name is Shadow. And he remembers what you did to his family two years ago."
The other members of the High Commission stood back against the walls, their hands near their weapons, but none of them moved to intervene. In the world of the syndicate, a man who broke the sacred laws of family blood was entitled to no protection.
"Don Gianna," Adrian said, looking over at the senior boss. "What is the Commission's verdict on a member who murders a Don’s family and forges estate deeds?"
Don Gianna smoothed his suit coat, his face cold as iron. "By unanimous rule of the high council, the Moretti family is dissolved. All territories, assets, and accounts are stripped immediately and transferred to the victim's heir—Lily Cole."
Gianna looked down at Victor with absolute disdain. "As for Victor Moretti... he is stripped of his title, his protection, and his life. His fate belongs to the Cole family."
"No! Please!" Victor begged, tears stream down his face as he looked up at Adrian. "Adrian... please! We were allies once! I’ll give you everything! I’ll leave the country! You’ll never see me again!"
Adrian didn't answer. He looked down at Titan.
"Shadow," Adrian murmured.
The dog shifted his posture, his amber eyes looking up at Adrian, waiting for the command that would end the life of the man who had brought so much pain to his young mistress.
"Not here," Adrian said softly, placing his hand on Titan’s head. "He doesn't die in a clean room on white carpet. He dies where he left Sarah."
Adrian looked at Marcus. "Take him to the river."
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Marcus stepped forward, pulling heavy steel handcuffs from his tactical belt. "With pleasure, Don Cole."
As Marcus dragged the sobbing, broken form of Victor Moretti out of the ballroom, Titan let out one final, victorious bark that echoed through the halls of the Drake Hotel—a declaration to the entire underground that the black dog of the Cole family had finally settled the score.
