Chapter 11 - Senator Kensington Vows Brutal Vengeance Against Dominic
Across town in a lavish Beacon Hill townhouse, Senator Arthur Kensington slammed his whiskey glass against the brick fireplace.
Shattered crystal scattered across the Persian rug while Vivien sobbed hysterically on the velvet sofa.
“He humiliated my daughter! He stood there and watched that fat waitress pour grease all over her!” Senator Kensington roared.
“And then he bought the restaurant out from under Lorenzo! He’s mocking us, Daddy!” Vivien wailed through her tears.
The senator’s face twisted into an ugly, vindictive mask of corrupt political power and bruised arrogance.
“Dominic Costello thinks running the docks makes him untouchable in this city,” Kensington hissed venomously.
He picked up his secure landline phone, dialing a direct extension to the state tax division headquarters.
“Audit every single real estate holding, shipping container, and bank account tied to the Costello family by sunrise,” the senator commanded.
“If we can’t put him in a prison cell, we’ll strangle his empire until he begs for mercy.”
Vivien wiped her smeared mascara, a cruel, vindictive smile replacing her tears as she envisioned Dominic’s downfall.
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