Chapter 7 - The Trap Springs
The heavy dining room doors slammed shut and locked magnetically. The fifteen capos at the table froze.
From the shadows, Damian’s most loyal enforcers stepped out, holding suppressed automatic rifles.
At that exact moment, alarms blared on the west side of the estate. Marcus had brought his own hit squad, instructing them to breach the master wing and kill the maid and the kid while the dinner was happening—just to tie up loose ends and ensure Damian had nothing left to fight for.
In the upstairs hallway, Silas drew his twin blades as four of Marcus’s men rounded the corner. "Not today," Silas growled, launching himself forward in a blur of lethal precision.
Inside the locked dining room, Damian casually tossed a file onto the center of the table. Then, he turned his laptop around.
It played the video from the hidden camera. Clear as day. Marcus pouring the poison.
The other family heads stared in stunned silence. Violating the sanctity of the boss's home, using poison—it was an act of extreme dishonor.
"You set me up!" Marcus yelled, reaching for his weapon.
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Before his hand could clear his holster, Damian drew his own sidearm and shot Marcus in the kneecap. The sound was deafening in the enclosed space. Marcus screamed, collapsing to the floor, shattering china and crystal as he went down.
Damian stood up, his cane left forgotten by his chair. He was the apex predator once again.
