Chapter 9 - The Rightful Bloodline
The restaurant erupted into absolute chaos. Wealthy patrons screamed and dove under their tables as the corrupt guards raised their weapons.
But they never got the chance to fire.
Gabriel moved with explosive, blinding speed. The handsome, observant son didn't side with his mother's treason. He ripped his own heavy pistol from the shoulder holster hidden beneath his maroon shirt.
He stepped directly in front of Tessa and his father, forming an impenetrable, lethal human shield.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Gabriel fired three flawless, tactical shots. The three corrupt guards collapsed to the hardwood floor before they could even pull their triggers.
The remaining loyal syndicate guards immediately flooded the room, aiming their laser sights directly at Isabella’s chest.
Isabella let out a horrific, blood-curdling scream of pure despair, dropping to her knees in her ruined designer dress.
"Gabriel, no!" Isabella sobbed pathetically, crawling toward her son's shoes. "I am your mother! I did this all for you! Please, don't let them kill me!"
Gabriel looked down at the weeping woman, completely devoid of empathy.
"You aren't my mother," Gabriel stated coldly. "You are a parasite."
Gabriel turned to his father, lowering his weapon in complete submission and respect.
"What are your orders, Don Salvatore?" Gabriel asked smoothly.
Salvatore leaned heavily on his silver cane. He looked at the woman who had stolen his son, and then at the beautiful granddaughter who had risked her life to bring him the truth.
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"Strip her," Salvatore commanded softly.
👉 What absolute, brutal justice is waiting for the wicked matriarch?
