Chapter 7 - The Guardians’ Rage
Realizing his crime was laid bare before the entire syndicate board, Silvio dropped all pretense of innocence. His face twisted into a mask of pure, bitter rage.
"Kill them!" Silvio screamed to his enforcer Frank! "Kill the Don and the girl! Take the house!"
Frank reached into his jacket, pulling a heavy tactical pistol, while outside in the main foyer, Silvio’s mercenaries drew their weapons, initiating a brutal gunfight against Mateo’s loyal security team!
"Isabella, down!" Aldo roared, reaching for his own weapon!
Before Frank could align his sights on Don Aldo, a black shadow exploded across the dining room!
Rocco launched his hundred-and-twenty-pound frame across the long mahogany table, scattering fine china and crystal wine glasses in every direction! The giant Cane Corso hit Frank square in the chest with blinding speed, slamming the heavily armed killer back against the stone fireplace! Frank fired a wild shot into the ceiling before Rocco’s massive jaws clamped down around his wrist, disarming him instantly with bone-crushing power!
Silvio scrambled backward, pulling a small silver revolver from his ankle holster, pointing it straight at Isabella’s chest! "If I don't get the empire, no one does!"
"Ulisse, TAKE HIM!" Isabella commanded, her voice ringing out like a battle order!
Ulisse didn't hesitate. The giant hound charged like a armored battering ram, leaping over a heavy leather armchair and striking Silvio mid-torso! Silvio crashed hard against the sideboard, his silver revolver flying from his grip and skittering across the marble floor directly to Isabella’s feet.
Silvio hit the ground hard, gasping for air, as Ulisse placed both heavy front paws on his chest, pinning the traitor to the floor. The giant dog lowered his massive head until his dripping jaws were inches from Silvio’s face, letting out a low, rumbling growl that vibrated through Silvio’s sternum.
Outside the dining room, the sounds of gunfire died down rapidly as Mateo’s tactical squad disarmed and subdued Silvio’s outnumbered mercenaries.
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Within less than two minutes, the short-lived coup was over.
Silvio lay pinned beneath two hundred pounds of lethal muscle, weeping in absolute terror, his expensive suit ruined, his power vanished.
