Chapter 9 - The Wrath of Alexander
Before Derek’s finger could squeeze the trigger, the heavy iron doors of the crypt blasted inward off their hinges with a thunderous roar.
A single shot rang out. Derek screamed in agony as his right hand exploded in blood, his weapon flying across the stone floor. He collapsed to his knees, clutching his mangled wrist, sobbing like a terrified child.
Through the drifting smoke and pulverized stone walked Alexander Moretti. His suit was coated in light debris, his expression colder than death itself, a smoking custom automatic pistol resting in his gloved grip. Behind him stood a dozen heavily armed Moretti enforcers who had swiftly eliminated the remaining mercenaries outside.
Alexander ignored the weeping man on the floor entirely. He walked straight toward Emily, his dark eyes frantically searching every inch of her body. "Emily. Did he touch you?"
"No," she whispered, her voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins. "I’m unhurt, Alexander. You came."
Alexander pulled her tightly against his chest, wrapping his arms around her like an unbreakable fortress. She could feel his heart hammering wildly beneath his vest—the legendary mafia king had been terrified of losing her. He kissed her hair, murmuring soft words in Italian until he was certain she was whole.
Then, Alexander turned around to face Derek Vance.
Derek crawled backward on the bloody floor, leaving a crimson trail against the ancient white marble. "Moretti... please! It was business! Just business! I'll leave the country! I'll never return to the United States!"
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Alexander looked down at him with utter disgust. "You broke into my sanctuary once, Derek. You threatened my wife twice. There are no third chances in my world." Alexander stepped aside and signaled to Marco, who stood at the threshold holding a pair of heavy zip ties. "Take him to the harbor warehouse. Let the authorities find him tomorrow morning tied to the pier with the full ledger of his crimes around his neck. Let him rot in federal prison for the rest of his miserable life."
Derek sobbed, begging for mercy as the guards dragged him kicking and screaming into the pouring rain.
