Chapter 7 - The Truth Spoken
The heavy oak doors of the master bedroom slammed shut, locked securely from the inside by Silas.
Marcus and Sylvia were forced to their knees at gunpoint, shivering in absolute terror as their empire of lies collapsed.
Daniel slowly lowered himself from the bed, ignoring the severe pain radiating through his chest.
He walked over to Annie and dropped to his knees, not caring that his silk pajamas were soaking up the spilled tea.
He gently took her small, cold hands in his massive, scarred ones.
“You saved my life at the station,” Daniel choked out, his voice thick with raw, honest emotion.
“You stayed when everyone else walked away.”
Annie looked into his dark eyes and smiled softly.
“Grandma says you don't leave people alone when they are hurting,” Annie replied simply.
Daniel closed his eyes, resting his forehead against her small, wet shoulder, sobbing for the son he had lost and the miracle he had just found.
After a long, heavy moment, Daniel stood up and turned to face Eleanor.
“Margaret,” Daniel said respectfully. “I failed you. I failed Jonathan.”
“I let a snake live in my house, and it cost me my son.”
Eleanor stood tall, her pride undiminished despite her frail, sick body.
“You did not fail us today, Daniel,” Eleanor said firmly.
“But you must end this now, before they finish what they started six years ago.”
Daniel turned his gaze toward Marcus and Sylvia.
The sadness in his eyes vanished completely, replaced by a cold, calculating darkness that made the city tremble.
“You ordered the fire that killed my son,” Daniel stated. It wasn't a question. It was an absolute fact.
Marcus sobbed pathetically, clasping his hands together in desperation.
“Daniel, please! I was jealous! You gave him everything, and I was just the shadow!”
“I never meant for the child to die! I just wanted the throne!”
Sylvia glared at her husband, disgusted by his cowardly confession.
“You weak, pathetic fool,” Sylvia spat at Marcus.
She looked up at Daniel with venomous defiance.
“We struck a deal with the Rossi family tonight, Daniel,” Sylvia sneered proudly.
“Their men are already surrounding this estate.”
“They have bought off the local police captain. No one is coming to save you.”
“You might have found your precious granddaughter, but you are all going to die in this house tonight!”
Silas immediately pulled his secure radio from his belt, his face turning pale as he checked the frequencies.
“Boss,” Silas reported grimly. “She is right. The perimeter alarms are disabled. We have heavily armed men breaching the front gates.”
“The corrupt police units are blocking the main roads, preventing our loyalists from reaching us.”
Daniel did not panic.
He simply walked over to a hidden panel behind his bookshelf and pulled out a heavy, tactical shotgun.
He racked a shell into the chamber with a loud, terrifying clack.
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“Let them come,” Daniel said, his eyes burning with absolute, lethal authority.
“They are about to learn what happens when you threaten a Moretti’s family.”
