Chapter 4 - Preston Trembles As Emergency Medical Help Arrives
Inside the private holding room behind the ballroom, Preston sat slumped in a leather chair, his hands handcuffed securely behind his back.
The heavy steel door swung open with a loud thud, and Gary walked inside, followed by two armed enforcers holding heavy briefcases.
“Look at you, Preston,” Gary said with a cold, mocking smirk, pouring himself a glass of whiskey from the corner bar cart.
“You thought you could play chess with the Moretti syndicate while possessing the backbone of a frightened mouse,” Gary continued, sipping slowly.
“Mr. Moretti, please, Audrey is my wife! I was coerced by Brenda; she threatened to expose my offshore gambling debts!” Preston wailed.
“Brenda is a shark, Preston, and you invited her into our waters because you were too greedy to protect your own home,” Gary replied sharply.
“What is going to happen to me?” Preston whispered, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks as reality finally crashed upon him.
“That depends entirely on whether Audrey and my grandchild survive the night,” Gary said, slamming his whiskey glass onto the wood table.
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Preston buried his face in his hands, realizing that his cowardly silence had signed his own permanent death warrant within the family empire.
Outside in the corridor, the wail of approaching ambulance sirens cut through the rainy New York night, signaling the arrival of elite medical aid.
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