Chapter 2 - Rocco Faces Down Brenda After The Violent Attack
Rocco stood over Brenda as she scrambled backward on the polished marble floor, her manicured fingers clawing desperately at the shattered gift wrapping.
The glittering ballroom of the Plaza Hotel fell into an absolute, suffocating silence, broken only by the hum of the crystal chandeliers overhead.
“You touch my family again, Brenda, and you won’t live to see the sunrise,” Rocco growled, his voice dropping into a lethal, vibration-inducing register.
Brenda wiped a smudge of silver glitter from her cheek, her eyes narrowing into cold, venomous slits of pure, unfiltered hatred.
“That bastard child has no right to inherit anything from this bloodline!” Brenda shrieked, ignoring the terrified gasps of the surrounding socialites.
Rocco didn’t blink, his massive frame radiating an intimidating authority that commanded every single pair of eyes in the high-society room.
“Guard her,” Rocco commanded without turning around, gesturing sharply to two armed associates standing near the double mahogany doors.
The bodyguards moved forward with terrifying precision, forming an impenetrable wall of dark suits between Brenda and the rest of the frightened guests.
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Rocco spun on his heel, his expensive leather shoes clicking rhythmically against the stone floor as he rushed back to check on Audrey.
Audrey was curled in a protective fetal position near the remains of a shattered crystal vase, her hands clamped tightly over her trembling abdomen.
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