Chapter 7 - The Wolf's Wrath
Downstairs in the grand foyer, the marble floor was stained with blood.
Alessandro Moretti moved through the shadows of his own home like a ghost of vengeance. Clad in a dark tactical vest over his black shirt, a suppressed automatic pistol in his right hand, he was a masterclass in lethal efficiency. Two of Rossi’s elite enforcers lay motionless near the grand staircase, neutralized with precision headshots before they even realized he was in the room.
He didn't raise his voice. He didn't issue warnings. He simply hunted.
"Sweep the upper floor!" a harsh voice barked from the landing above. "Rossi wants the woman and the child alive, but burn the rest of the estate to the ground if you have to!"
Alessandro stepped out from behind a marble pillar, the dim moonlight catching the cold, terrifying glint in his eyes.
"You're not going anywhere," Alessandro’s deep voice echoed across the foyer, cutting through the silence like a razor.
The lead enforcer spun around, raising his rifle, but he was half a second too slow. A single shot rang out, striking the man square in the chest. He collapsed backward down the grand staircase, tumbling in a heap of black tactical gear.
The remaining two enforcers opened fire blindly, riddling the marble pillars with bullet holes, but Alessandro was already gone, melting back into the shadows of the corridor.
Within minutes, the brief, brutal skirmish was over. The estate’s elite security detail, reinforced by Alessandro’s personal enforcers, swept through the lower and upper levels, neutralizing or capturing every single one of Rossi’s men.
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Silence descended upon the mansion once more, broken only by the crackle of distant sirens and the hum of the estate’s emergency generators.
Alessandro walked slowly up the stairs, his boots crunching on broken glass, his hands steady despite the adrenaline still pumping through his veins. He bypassed the bodies, heading straight for the third-floor study where the panic room was located.
