Chapter 9 - WRATH OF THE DON
The reinforced steel door of the archive room didn't just open; it blew inward with a deafening blast of C4. Smoke and dust flooded the room. Celeste screamed, diving behind a filing cabinet as her bodyguards opened fire into the smoke.
From the shadows, Lorenzo emerged like a demon of vengeance. He didn't flinch. He moved with cold, mechanical precision, taking out the guards with calculated shots from his dual suppressors. The room went silent, save for the ringing in Evelyn's ears. Lorenzo stepped over the bodies, his eyes finding Evelyn. He dropped his weapons, pulled a combat knife, and sliced through her bindings in a second, pulling her against his chest.
"Are you hurt?" he demanded, scanning her bleeding lip.
"I'm fine," she choked out, clinging to his broad shoulders.
A click of a gun hammer echoed. Celeste was standing behind them, a silver revolver pointed directly at Lorenzo’s back. Her hands were shaking wildly. "It's over, Renzo. My father’s men are sweeping the building."
Lorenzo didn't even turn around. He just shielded Evelyn with his body. "Your father is dead, Celeste. My men took the ballroom five minutes ago. The Five Families saw the evidence of your unsanctioned hit. You have no backing. You have no empire."
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Celeste let out a ragged sob of denial, her finger tightening on the trigger. But before she could fire, Lorenzo spun with blinding speed, throwing his combat knife. It buried itself in her shoulder. Celeste dropped the gun, collapsing to the floor in agony.
"I don't kill women," Lorenzo said coldly, standing over his former fiancée. "But the Commission knows what you did. You'll spend the rest of your life running."
