Chapter 47
The cleanup of the eastern gardens was executed with flawless, military precision by Tony and the elite security detail. The bodies were removed, and the estate was locked down under maximum tactical protocols. Domenico escorted Evelyn and Ruby to the secure master suite, ensuring they were surrounded by loyal guards. Once his family was safe, Domenico descended into the soundproof sub-basement. The surviving Cassano mercenary was chained to a heavy steel chair in the center of the concrete room, illuminated by a single, harsh lightbulb. Domenico stepped into the room, his tailored suit jacket discarded, his unbuttoned shirt revealing the elegant, negative-space tattoos on his chest. He radiated a cold, sociopathic detachment that terrified the bleeding man. "You thought you could walk into my home," Domenico stated slowly, his volume incredibly low. The controlled pauses between his words struck like physical blows. "You targeted a four-year-old child." "We wanted you to suffer, Falcone!" the mercenary spat, coughing blood. "Don Cassano is dead, but his loyalists will never stop hunting you!" "They will stop," Domenico whispered softly. "Because by tomorrow morning, there will be no loyalists left to hunt me."
