Chapter 9 - BROTHER AGAINST BROTHER
Dante cornered them at the docks on Christmas Eve. He was desperate, soaked in the freezing rain, holding a revolver leveled at Vincent’s chest. Clara was safely locked in the armored SUV behind Vincent.
"You threw away your own blood for a maid!" Dante screamed over the crashing waves.
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"You stopped being my blood the day you threatened a child," Vincent replied, his voice calm, steady.
Dante pulled the trigger, but his hands were shaking from withdrawal and panic. The shot went wide. Vincent did not miss. He raised his own weapon and fired once. Dante fell onto the wet concrete. Vincent stood over him, watching the life fade from his brother’s eyes, feeling nothing but a profound, necessary closure.
