Chapter 2 - The Mafia Boss Speaks Out
The cold evening wind swept across the expansive stone courtyard of the secluded mansion like a sharp blade.
Vincenzo Vance remained seated on the concrete steps, his weathered hands trembling as they clutched the humble brown paper bag.
“How did she find this place?” Vincenzo whispered to himself, his voice thick with a sudden, overwhelming wave of emotion.
The two armed guards who had just tried to chase Renley away exchanged nervous, bewildered glances behind his back.
They had never seen their merciless, unyielding boss lose his composure over anything, let alone a cheap takeout bag.
“Sir, should we bring the girl back inside the gates?” the taller guard asked cautiously, stepping forward with lowered eyes.
Vincenzo slowly raised his head, his dark eyes locking onto the spot where twelve-year-old Renley had just been standing.
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“Bring her back?” Vincenzo repeated, his voice rising with a sudden, commanding intensity that made both guards freeze instantly.
“If she leaves this property tonight without answering my questions, I will personally hold both of you responsible!” he roared.
