Chapter 3 - Blood and Betrayal
Giulietta gripped the gold cufflink so tightly that it cut into her palm.
Her Uncle Silvio had always been her father's most loyal advisor.
If Silvio was involved in this, the entire Marconi family was compromised from the inside out.
She drove back to the city in complete silence, calculating her next move.
She could not trust her own capos anymore.
She needed someone outside the family to extract information from the Hales.
She walked down into the dark basement of the hotel where Warren and Preston were tied to metal chairs.
"My father has been kidnapped," Giulietta announced to the terrified men.
Warren began to weep, begging for mercy.
"I will ask you one time," she said softly.
"Who did you give the stolen forty million dollars to?"
Preston looked at his father in absolute panic.
"If we tell you, they will kill our entire bloodline," Warren sobbed.
Giulietta pulled a silver handgun from her shoulder holster and aimed it at Preston's knee.
"If you do not tell me, I will end your bloodline right now."
Preston screamed and confessed before she could even pull the trigger.
"We gave the money to Silvio!"
"Silvio promised to protect us from your father if we funded his coup!"
Giulietta lowered her weapon as the devastating truth washed over her.
Her own uncle had funded a war against her father using stolen money.
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Suddenly, the heavy steel door of the basement slammed shut and locked from the outside.
Gas began pouring into the room through the ceiling vents.
