Chapter 12 - The Underworld Council Questions Gabriel’s New Interpreter
The dim basement chamber beneath the historic North End social club smelled of stale cigars and aged scotch.
Six senior capos and syndicate elders sat around a heavy oak table waiting for Gabriel to take his seat.
“Word on the street is you’ve turned your family estate into a daycare for a civilian waitress,” a senior elder grumbled.
Gabriel leaned back in his leather chair, resting his hands casually on the armrests with a dangerous smirk.
“My mother’s happiness is non-negotiable, and my household security is none of your concern,” Gabriel replied icily.
“She’s a liability, Gabriel; rival families know she has access to your private estate grounds,” another capo argued.
“If any rival family touches her, their entire bloodline will be erased from this city by sunrise,” Gabriel warned softly.
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The temperature in the room dropped ten degrees as the elders realized he wasn't making an empty threat.
Gabriel stood up, adjusting his cuffs before walking out into the cold Boston night without another word.
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