Page 35 of Secret Revenge

“Good,” I said, my gaze locking onto Marco and Joshua once more. The glint of satisfaction in their eyes had faded, replaced by a flicker of uncertainty that I intended to exploit.

“Did you truly believe that your pathetic attempt would be enough to bring me down?” I asked, the ice in my voice belying the fire within. “You have no idea who you’re dealing with.”

“Nicholas, please,” Joshua whimpered, but I silenced him with an unyielding glare.

“Save your breath. You’ve made your choice, and now you’ll face the consequences.”

In the dimly lit warehouse, Marco stood cornered, sweat glistening on his furrowed brow. Defeated, he raised his hands in surrender, his eyes pleading for mercy. Joshua stood nearby, his face pale with fear, unable to hide his trepidation.

“Nicholas,” Marco croaked, his voice barely audible. “I was working for Antonio Bianchi. He made me do it.”

“Really?” I asked, my tone dripping with sarcasm. “And now that your little plan has failed, you expect me to believe that you’re suddenly ready to be loyal to me?”

“Nicholas, please,” Marco implored, desperation seeping into his voice. “I never wanted this. Antonio promised me power and wealth, but I see now that he’s just using me as a pawn.”

“Pathetic,” I spat, my disdain for this wretched man growing with each passing moment. “Even now, you cling to your worthless lies, hoping they will save you.”

“Please, Nicholas,” Joshua interjected, his voice trembling. “Give us a chance to prove our loyalty to you.”

“Silence!” I barked, my rage boiling over. “You’ve both proven yourselves to be nothing more than treacherous snakes, unworthy of my trust or mercy.”

As I stared into their panicked eyes, I felt an icy calm settle upon me. The time for talk had passed. Their fates were sealed, and there would be no redemption for their betrayal.

“Goodbye, Marco,” I said coldly, raising my gun towards him. “May you find the peace in death that you could not in life.”

With a single shot, Marco crumpled to the ground, blood blooming from his head like a grotesque flower. His lifeless body hit the floor with a sickening thud, a testament to the finality of his actions.

“Nicholas, please,” Joshua sobbed, but I had no patience for his pitiful cries. He had made his choice, and now he would pay the price.

“Goodbye, Joshua,” I whispered, my voice devoid of emotion as I leveled my gun at his head.

Another shot rang out, and Joshua’s body slumped beside Marco’s, their blood pooling together in a macabre union. The warehouse echoed with the deafening silence that followed, the weight of my actions settling heavily upon me.

I knew that their deaths were necessary, a brutal reminder to those who dared to challenge my dominance. But even as I reveled in the power I wielded, a part of me couldn’t help but mourn the loss of the men they used to be – before greed and ambition had consumed them, leaving nothing but empty shells in their wake.

“Let this be a lesson,” I said to my men, my voice steady and resolute. “Loyalty is everything. Betrayal will never be tolerated.”

The distant wail of police sirens cut through the warehouse’s heavy silence, a warning that our time was running out. I glanced at my men, their faces tense and alert, and nodded sharply.

“Let’s move,” I ordered, my voice firm and uncompromising. “We need to get out of here before those sirens reach us.”

My men sprang into action, swiftly gathering their weapons and following me as I led them toward the exit.

We drove sedately through the deserted streets, the city’s imposing skyline looming above us like a harbinger of doom, I knew that we had crossed a line from which there could be no return. The world had seen the true extent of my power tonight, and I knew that I would have to embrace it - or risk losing everything.

“Antonio Bianchi will pay for what he’s done,” I vowed quietly, my grip on the steering wheel tightening until my knuckles turned white. “I will make sure of it.”

“Damn right, Boss,” Riccardo agreed, his voice filled with a fierce determination that mirrored my own. “We’ll send him a message he won’t soon forget.”

As the sirens faded in the distance, their mournful cries swallowed up by the night, I wondered if this was truly the end, or merely the beginning of something far more sinister. In this dark world of betrayal and bloodshed, only one thing was certain: there would be no mercy for those who dared to challenge me, and I would not stop until I brought Antonio Bianchi down.

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