Chapter 5 - The Mafia Enforcers Seal Every Exit Of The Ballroom
Back in the grand ballroom, the heavy bronze doors were slammed shut and locked from the inside by six armed syndicate enforcers.
Not a single guest, vendor, or catering staff member was permitted to leave the premises until every single smartphone had been inspected.
“Nobody moves, nobody calls the police, and nobody speaks a word of what happened here tonight,” the lead enforcer announced over the microphone.
Panic rippled through the elite crowd of politicians and CEOs, but the sight of submachine guns under dark suit jackets kept everyone pinned in place.
Brenda sat cross-legged near the ruins of the gift table, her mascara running down her cheeks as she muttered psychotic threats under her breath.
“You can lock the doors all you want, but the bloodline is already poisoned,” Brenda laughed hysterically, staring blankly at the crystal chandelier.
One of the bodyguards stepped forward, grabbed her firmly by the arm, and hauled her to her feet with absolute professional indifference.
“Move, you crazy bitch,” the guard muttered, dragging her toward the private freight elevator leading down to the underground parking garage.
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The ballroom slowly emptied of its terrified guests, leaving behind only shattered glass, spilled champagne, and the lingering scent of impending war.
The Moretti family syndicate had officially entered a state of total internal lockdown, and no traitor would be allowed to escape justice.
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