Chapter 5 - Evelyn Moves Silently Through The Shadowed Halls
Upstairs in the darkened kitchen, Dominic slipped through the pantry doorway like a wraith in the midnight shadows.
The moonlight filtering through the high casement windows cast long, eerie silver stripes across the marble countertops.
A muffled voice murmured in Italian just down the hall near the grand dining room where the family dinner had ended.
Dominic recognized the dialect immediately—it was a patois used exclusively by the enforcers from the Calabrian faction.
Vincent, Dominic thought, his jaw clenching so hard his back molars ached with sudden, blinding intensity.
Only his treacherous brother-in-law had direct ties to the Calabrian crew operating out of the West Side docks.
Dominic rounded the corner of the hallway, his Sig Sauer raised and tracking a silhouette standing by the grandfather clock.
The intruder held an assault rifle fitted with a thermal scope, scanning the empty corridor for any sign of life.
Dominic closed the distance between them in three silent strides, his boots making no sound on the imported Persian rug.
Before the man could pivot his weapon, Dominic brought the heavy steel frame of his pistol down across his temple.
The enforcer crumpled instantly without uttering a single cry, hitting the floorboards with a dull, heavy thud.
Dominic caught the assault rifle before it struck the ground, checking the magazine to ensure it was fully loaded.
He stripped the dead man’s tactical vest, sliding extra ammunition magazines into his own coat pockets with practiced efficiency.
“One down,” Dominic whispered to himself, his eyes scanning the pitch-black hallway for the remaining intruders.
A sudden burst of automatic gunfire shattered the silence from the eastern wing toward Grace’s private bedroom.
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Dominic’s blood ran ice-cold as he sprinted down the corridor, abandoning all stealth in favor of raw paternal panic.
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