Chapter 3 - Gary Exposes Preston And Brenda's Hidden Alliance
Gary stepped forward from the shadows of the VIP lounge, his silver hair catching the amber light of the wall sconces with stark elegance.
He looked down at Preston, who remained completely paralyzed beside the gift table, staring at the floor as if he had seen a ghost.
“You knew, didn't you, Preston?” Gary asked smoothly, his tone laced with a dangerous chill that made the temperature in the room plummet.
Preston flinched violently, his lower lip trembling as he tried to find a voice that had suddenly abandoned his cowardly throat entirely.
“I... I didn't think she would actually hurt her, Mr. Moretti,” Preston stammered pathetically, shrinking away from the patriarch's towering presence.
“You stood there and watched your own pregnant wife get driven into a table because Brenda promised you a stake in the syndicate,” Gary stated.
The guests whispered in collective shock, the hidden rot of the elite Moretti family spilling out into the open for all of Manhattan to witness.
Gary signaled his chief enforcer with a subtle flick of his wrist, and two burly men stepped up to grab Preston by his shoulders.
“Get him out of my sight and lock him in the lower archive room,” Gary ordered flatly, turning his back on his trembling son-in-law.
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“Dad, please! I’m family!” Preston screamed as he was dragged backward across the polished floor toward the service elevators.
Gary ignored the pathetic cries, his sharp eyes shifting immediately back to Rocco, who was lifting Audrey gently into his strong arms.
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