Chapter 6 - The Don's Oath
The penthouse suite on the seventy-fifth floor of the Corvino Tower overlooked the vast, glowing skyline of the city.
Inside, the crystal chandeliers cast a brilliant light over marble floors and velvet furniture. Enzo Corvino sat on a leather sofa, swirling a glass of fifty-year-old scotch, a triumphant smirk on his face as he laughed with Moretti’s chief enforcer, a hulking man named Rico.
“To the new Don,” Rico toasted, raising his glass. “With Matteo dead and his little maid out of the picture, the city is ours.”
“To progress,” Enzo laughed, clinking his glass against Rico’s. “Matteo became weak. He let a woman and a orphan soft—"
BOOM!
The massive double doors of the penthouse exploded inward off their hinges, crashing onto the marble floor!
A heavy smoke grenade rolled into the center of the room, instantly filling the luxurious suite with thick, choking white gas!
“What the hell?!” Enzo screamed, dropping his glass as it shattered on the floor!
Through the thick white fog, dark silhouettes stepped into the room.
Matteo Corvino emerged from the smoke like an vengeful demon rising from hell. He wore his long black coat, his dark eyes burning with absolute, deadly fury. Behind him stood Marco and twenty fully armed Corvino enforcers, their rifles raised!
Rico grabbed his gun from the table, but Matteo was faster.
BANG!
A single shot echoed through the penthouse. Rico collapsed backward onto the glass table, dead before he hit the ground.
Enzo let out a high-pitched shriek of terror, scrambling backward on his hands and knees until his back slammed against the floor-to-ceiling glass window overlooking the city below.
“M-Matteo!” Enzo stammered, his face turning the color of chalk, his entire body trembling violently. “It... it wasn't me! Moretti forced me! He threatened my family!”
Matteo walked slowly across the marble floor, his heavy leather boots crunching over the broken glass. He stopped right in front of his cousin, looking down at him with utter disgust.
“You sold your own blood, Enzo,” Matteo said, his voice terrifyingly calm. “You targeted an innocent woman. You targeted a four-month-old child.”
“I’m sorry! Please, Matteo! We’re family!” Enzo wept, grabbing Matteo’s pant legs, pleading for his life. “I’ll give you everything back! I’ll leave the country! You’ll never see me again!”
Matteo leaned down, grabbing Enzo by his silk tie and hauling him to his feet effortlessly. He dragged his cousin toward the balcony doors, pushing them open into the cold night wind.
He held Enzo over the edge of the seventy-five-story balcony, the glittering lights of the city swirling hundreds of feet below.
“You wanted my empire, Enzo?” Matteo whispered into his ear as Enzo screamed frantically, his legs dangling in mid-air over the abyss. “You can have the street.”
“No! Please! Matteo! NO!” Enzo shrieked!
Matteo looked into his cousin’s terrified eyes for two seconds.
“Tell Dante Moretti,” Matteo growled, “that I am coming for his head.”
Matteo hauled Enzo back over the railing, slamming him hard onto the concrete terrace floor. He didn't drop him. He left him trembling, sobbing, and ruined in his own terror.
“Lock him in the basement cellars beneath the docks,” Matteo ordered Marco coldly. “We use him as bait for Dante tomorrow morning.”
Matteo turned away, stepping out onto the balcony as he pulled his phone from his pocket. He dialed Nina’s number.
On the third ring, her soft, sweet voice answered. “Matteo?”
The lethal rage in Matteo’s heart instantly evaporated at the sound of her voice.
“It’s done, Nina,” Matteo said softly, looking out at the city lights below. “Enzo is captured. We have Moretti’s locations. It ends tomorrow.”
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“Are you okay?” Nina asked, her voice tight with concern.
“I am fine,” Matteo promised softly. “I am coming home to you now.”
