Chapter 6 - Desperate panic sets in as the cornered traitor reaches frantically toward his hidden weapon beneath a light grey suit while facing certain doom right here.
Marcus gasped for breath as Brun’s crushing weight compressed his lungs, making every inhalation a struggle.
"Get this animal off me!" Marcus choked out, clawing futilely at the thick fur around the dog's neck.
Salvatore stopped just paces away, looking down at his former underboss with eyes completely devoid of mercy.
"You had thirty years of loyalty, Marcus, and you traded it away for a handful of foreign silver," Salvatore said.
"They... they offered me the North Side territory! I had to secure our future!" Marcus wheezed frantically.
"Our future was secure until you decided to murder a child to prove your worth to outsiders," Salvatore replied.
Brun pressed down harder, letting out a low, menacing growl that vibrated straight through Marcus's ribcage.
The beige teddy bear on the white casket seemed to watch the execution of justice with innocent stillness.
Salvatore reached inside his navy blue suit jacket, pulling out a heavy silver pocket watch on a chain.
He flipped the cover open, checking the time with infuriating composure while a man begged for his life below.
"Please, Salvatore... spare me for old times' sake. Remember the docks in '98?" Marcus pleaded tearfully.
"In '98, we bled for each other; three days ago, you bled my granddaughter dry," Salvatore answered coldly.
He snapped the pocket watch shut, pocketing it smoothly as he signaled to the enforcers standing by the wall.
"Bring the ledger from his downtown apartment; let's see every name connected to this filth," Salvatore commanded.
Two enforcers stepped forward, grabbing Marcus by his arms and hauling him up from the marble floor.
Brun stepped back reluctantly, his eyes never leaving the traitor as the massive dog shook his heavy head.
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Marcus hung limply between the enforcers, his light grey suit ruined and his emerald green shirt torn.
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