Chapter 8 - Baby Leo Sleeps Through The Deadly Power Struggle
Despite the shouting, the ringing alarms, and the tension thick enough to cut with a knife, baby Leo remained fast asleep.
His tiny chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm against the battered woman’s torn, blood-stained emerald blouse.
The woman looked up at the Boss, her eyes filled with an unspoken plea not to let the monster standing at the door take her baby.
“I won’t let them touch him,” the Boss whispered down to her, his voice softening just a fraction for her ears alone.
She nodded weakly, resting her head back against the leather cushion while trying to regulate her shallow breathing.
Viktor watched the exchange with disgust, shaking his head at the display of human weakness in a family of criminals.
“Sentimentality is a fatal flaw in our line of work, brother; it’s the exact reason our father failed,” Viktor lectured.
“Our father failed because he trusted monsters like you,” the Boss fired back without missing a beat.
Viktor’s hand twitched toward his coat pocket, signaling a silent order to the tactical unit waiting in the hallway.
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Marcus stepped forward, cocking the hammer of his weapon with a sharp, echoing snap that silenced the room.
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