Chapter 17 - The Secret Mafia Tribunal Convenes In The Underground Vault
Under the vaulted brick ceiling of the estate’s deepest cellar, senior Moretti capos and advisors gathered around a long mahogany table.
Gary sat at the head of the table, flanked by Claire and Rocco, while Brenda was brought in by four guards and shoved into a wooden chair.
Brenda looked around the room, her eyes widening slightly as she realized the true, terrifying scale of the syndicate she had tried to cross.
“Brenda Cole, you stand accused of attempted murder of an unborn heir, corporate espionage, and high treason against the Moretti family,” Gary read.
“This isn't a legal court! You can't hold me here like a prisoner!” Brenda yelled, struggling against the heavy leather restraints on the chair.
“We are the law in this city, Brenda, and you stepped onto territory you didn't have the bloodline to conquer,” Claire stated coldly.
“What is my sentence?” Brenda asked, her voice finally dropping its arrogant facade as cold, paralyzing fear gripped her heart.
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“You will be stripped of every asset, every diamond, and every privilege you ever possessed,” Gary declared without a hint of emotion.
“You’ll be placed on a cargo freighter bound for South America tonight under an assumed name, never to set foot in North America again,” he ruled.
