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Chapter 7 - The Confrontation

At dawn, the heavy double doors of the estate’s private study slammed open.

Leo entered, flanked by two armed guards who held a bruised and zip-tied Marcus.

Matteo stood behind his mahogany desk, his posture cold and commanding. Emma was sitting on a sofa nearby, having been asked by Matteo to verify certain details Marcus might try to deny.

"Boss," Leo said grimly. "We caught Marcus trying to board a private flight to Miami. He had five million dollars in a blind offshore account—wired from the Moretti family."

Marcus sneered, looking up at Matteo with defiance. "The Rossi reign is over, Matteo! You got weak after your wife died! You spent more time worrying about a mute kid than running the syndicate!"

Matteo didn't raise his voice. He walked slowly around the desk, his presence filling the room with terrifying authority.

"Mia is not 'a mute kid,'" Matteo said softly, his tone dripping with lethal promise. "She has more courage in her little finger than you have in your entire body. And it was her intelligence—and the kindness of a woman you completely overlooked—that exposed your pathetic coup."

Marcus turned his head, noticing Emma sitting in the corner for the first time. "Her? The fat baker from 8th Avenue?"

Matteo’s movement was lightning fast. Before Marcus could react, Matteo gripped him by the throat, slamming him against the wall.

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"You speak to her with respect," Matteo growled, his eyes blazing with fury. "You sold out my family. You put my daughter in harm's way. You will spend the rest of your natural life in a cell deep enough that the sun will never touch your face again."

Matteo signaled Leo, who dragged the screaming traitor out of the room.

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