Chapter 95. Fire and Blood

Author's POV

The night was thick with the scent of blood and burning hatred.

Leonardo laid merely breathing on the ground, broken beyond repair. His body twitched, spasming in pain, his breath ragged and uneven.

Blood pooled beneath him, staining the dirt, soaking into his clothes. But even as his strength faded, his pride remained.

Even now, he smirked through the agony.

A twisted, delusional smile—one that dared them to do worse.

Charles started laughing.

A slow, mocking chuckle that sent a chill through the gathered crowd.

The men of Luciano’s mafia stood with their heads hung low, not daring to interfere.

The women—Alessandra, Angelina, Isabella, Aurora, Kiara, Rose—all watched in silence, their faces a mixture of horror and disbelief.

This was not just a punishment.

This was an execution.

Luciano stood still, his dark eyes empty, watching his brother bleed out like it meant nothing.

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