Chapter 7 - The Sins of the Father
Don Vincenzo walked incredibly slowly through the pouring rain, entirely ignoring the chaotic warzone surrounding him.
The heavy, metallic thud of his silver cane against the wet pavement completely silenced the entire courtyard.
The remaining mercenaries instantly dropped their automatic weapons, completely terrified of the legendary, ruthless old man.
Vincenzo stopped directly in front of Damiano, looking down at his bleeding, exhausted son with a look of absolute, profound disappointment.
He coldly stated that Damiano had completely embarrassed the proud Conti family name by begging for the life of a simple servant.
Marco whimpered pathetically on the muddy ground, desperately trying to pull the tactical knife completely out of his bleeding foot.
Vincenzo completely ignored the bleeding traitor and turned his dark, hollow eyes directly toward Serena and the young child.
He loudly declared that the syndicate could never allow a massive vulnerability like an illegitimate family to exist in the open.
He strictly ordered his own heavily armed guards to immediately execute the woman and forcefully take the child to a distant orphanage.
Damiano violently ripped the tactical knife out of Marco's foot and immediately held the bloody blade directly to his own father's throat.
The entire army of syndicate enforcers instantly raised their heavy weapons, completely preparing to absolutely obliterate Damiano.
Damiano fiercely roared that nobody was ever going to touch his family, even if he had to slaughter the entire commission himself.
Serena grabbed Damiano's arm, desperately begging him not to completely throw his own life away in a suicidal shootout.
Lucia suddenly stepped bravely forward, her tiny red shoes completely covered in the dark, cold mud of the courtyard.
She pointed her battered, one-eared rabbit directly at the terrifying, legendary mafia boss.
She loudly and proudly told the incredibly dangerous old man that he was being extremely rude to her mommy.
Don Vincenzo completely froze, entirely shocked by the sheer, absolutely unimaginable audacity of the tiny, fearless child.
A strange, highly unexpected emotion violently flickered across the old man's cold, heavily wrinkled face.
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He slowly reached into his own coat pocket and pulled out a faded, completely ancient photograph of a little girl.
The little girl in the old picture was holding the exact same one-eared gray rabbit currently in Lucia's tiny hands.
