Chapter 7 - The Terror of a Boss
The entire council room gasped.
In the Sicilian underworld, while patriarchal structures were common, dishonoring one's own wife and newborn children in such a cowardly manner was considered an unforgivable sin among true men of honor.
"Don Salvatore, please!" Marco stammered, scrambling to his feet, his hands shaking uncontrollably. "She was disrespectful! She embarrassed me in front of my men! A man has a right to discipline his household—"
"A discipline?" Salvatore interrupted, his voice dropping into a whisper that was far more terrifying than any roar. "You sent two armed enforcers to hold down a woman who had just given birth four days prior?"
Salvatore raised his hand. Two enforcers stepped forward, dragging Gino and Paulie—Marco’s two henchmen—into the room. Both men were already beaten, bound in heavy iron chains, kneeling on the cold floor.
"These two have already confessed," Salvatore informed the room coldly. "They told me everything Marco ordered them to do while he stood by and drank whiskey."
"They're lying! They're lying to save themselves!" Marco shrieked, looking wildly around the room at the other captains for support, but every single man turned their face away from him in absolute disgust.
Salvatore walked slowly down the steps, stopping inches away from Marco. He pulled a thick white envelope from his inner pocket and tossed it onto the table in front of Marco.
"What is this?" Marco whispered, trembling.
"That is a complete transfer deed for every asset, property, bank account, and business interest registered under your name," Salvatore revealed smoothly. "You are signing everything over to Elena and her daughters."
Marco’s eyes widened with pure fury. "My money?! My estate?! You can't take my life’s work for two useless broads!"
Before Marco could take another breath, Salvatore reached out with lightning speed, grabbing Marco by his throat and slamming his head violently against the heavy oak table.
CRACK!
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Blood spurted from Marco’s nose as he screamed in agony. Salvatore pressed his forehead close to Marco’s bleeding face, his hazel eyes burning with pure, unadulterated vengeance.
"Listen to me very carefully, Marco," Salvatore growled into his ear, his grip tightening until Marco gasped for air. "You gave her two girls... and days later, you lost everything you ever owned. If I ever hear your voice, see your face, or hear your name whispered in this city again... I will personally gut you from chin to waist."
