Chapter 5 - Blood on the Marble
Upstairs, the grand mahogany doors of the Moretti estate shattered inward. Julian DeLuca, a man with sharp aristocratic features and a cruel smile, stepped over the splintered wood, flanked by two dozen heavily armed mercenaries.
Dominic stood alone at the top of the grand marble staircase, his men positioned in the shadows of the second-floor gallery.
"Where is it, Dominic?" Julian called out, his voice dripping with venom. "I know Elena had the child. Hand over the bastard, and maybe I let your men live."
"You lost the right to speak her name the night you abandoned her," Dominic stated softly, though his voice carried across the echoing foyer.
Julian sneered, raising his weapon. "She was a loose end. A DeLuca does not mix blood with a Moretti. But I can't have a Moretti heir running around with my face. Bring me the child!"
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"You'll have to go through me," Dominic replied.
The foyer erupted in deafening crossfire. Marble pillars exploded into dust as Dominic and his men rained suppressive fire down on the intruders. Dominic moved with terrifying precision, taking down three of Julian's elite guards in a matter of seconds, his singular focus on the man who had broken his sister's heart and stolen her life.
