Ignorant Ex Mocked Pregnant Woman in Bakery Unaware Her Unborn Child Belonged to Chicago’s Most Feared Mafia King Dominating City Underground
CHAPTER 2
The sharp, heavy click of the deadbolt sliding into place reverberated through the velvet-draped dining room of Bellissimo like a distant gunshot.
Bradley’s fork clattered loudly against his porcelain plate as he watched two hulking men in dark suits position themselves firmly in front of the locked exit.
Around us, powerful city politicians, influential judges, and high-stakes investors fell entirely silent, their conversation instantly evaporating in the presence of true power.
Leo took a slow, deliberate sip of his double-shot Macallan Scotch, his dark, calculating eyes never breaking contact with Bradley's paling face.
"He... he said I got fat, Leo," I whispered softly, leaning slightly closer to him as my hands trembled beneath the edge of the white tablecloth. "He made fun of my clothes and laughed at me in front of his new girlfriend."
Leo set his crystal glass down with a heavy, solid thud that seemed to echo through the dead silence of the establishment.
He smoothly unbuttoned his charcoal cashmere coat, revealing the discreet leather shoulder holster nestled against his tailored dress shirt before gesturing toward his lead guard, Marco.
"Bring him here," Leo ordered, his voice dropping into a low, terrifying register that commanded total, immediate obedience.
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Marco crossed the polished hardwood floor in four long strides, grabbing Bradley firmly by his designer suit jacket before he could even rise from his leather chair.
Bradley let out a pathetic, high-pitched squeak as he was dragged across the dining room, his expensive leather shoes uselessly skidding against the floorboards.
