Chapter 8 - Vengeance
"Three years ago," Damian walked slowly around the table toward the bleeding Marcus, "my wife and daughter were killed by a car bomb meant for me. I tore this city apart looking for who leaked my schedule."
Marcus was sobbing, clutching his shattered knee. "Damian, please—"
"I looked everywhere," Damian said softly, pressing the hot barrel of his gun against Marcus's forehead. "But I didn't look close enough to home, did I?"
Marcus froze, his eyes wide with terror. "I... I didn't mean for Mia to be in the car. It was just supposed to be you! The Russians offered me fifty million and the seat!"
The confession hung in the air. The other bosses looked away in disgust.
Damian felt the old, suffocating grief rise in his chest, but this time, it didn't crush him. It fueled him. He thought of Lily's green eyes. He thought of Sarah's quiet strength.
"You took my family," Damian whispered, his finger tightening on the trigger. "So I am taking your life."
He pulled the trigger.
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The room fell dead silent. Damian looked up at the remaining capos. "The Cross family is not stepping down. The succession is canceled. If any of you have a problem with that, speak now."
No one said a word.
