Chapter 6 - THE EMPEROR AWAKES
Victor gasped in pure horror as his wrist was crushed inside a grip like iron.
He turned his head slowly, his eyes popping out of his head.
Lorenzo Moretti was sitting up on the bed.
His dark eyes were wide open, burning with a lethal, terrifying intensity that looked straight from the depths of hell. His mouth was open, his chest heaving as air rushed back into his lungs.
"L-Lorenzo...?" Victor squeaked, his voice cracking like a terrified child's. "You... you're awake?!"
"You... traitor..." Lorenzo growled, his voice rasping like grinding stones, raw from disuse.
With a single violent surge of strength, Lorenzo twisted Victor’s wrist downward. The handgun discharged into the floorboards with a muffled PHUT, and Victor dropped to his knees, screaming in pain as his arm was twisted behind his back.
Lorenzo ripped the IV lines from his arm, swinging his long legs over the side of the bed. Though his body was weak from weeks of muscle atrophy, his rage gave him superhuman momentum.
He shoved Victor hard against the marble nightstand, sending his brother crashing onto the floor in a dazed, bloody heap.
Lorenzo stood up, his tall, imposing six-foot-three frame towering over the room. He swayed slightly, gripping the edge of the bed frame for balance, his chest breathing heavily.
He turned his head toward Sarah and Mia.
Sarah was frozen on the floor, holding Mia tightly against her chest, staring at the awakened Mafia Don in total, awe-struck terror.
Lorenzo’s harsh, terrifying expression softened as his dark eyes locked onto little Mia.
He reached down, his large hand shaking slightly, and pointed to his palm.
"You... sang to me," Lorenzo whispered, his voice deep, gravelly, and full of raw emotion.
Mia looked up through her tears, nodding shyly from behind her mother’s dress. "You were lonely."
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Lorenzo closed his eyes for a brief second, taking a deep breath, before looking at Sarah.
"You protected my life, woman," Lorenzo said, his tone carrying the unbreakable authority of a king restored to his throne. "No one in this house will ever lay a finger on you or your child again."
