Chapter 7 - The Masterpiece
Ruggero slammed his fist furiously against the keyboard as a loud alarm began blaring from the laptop speakers.
He demanded to know what was happening, his composed demeanor completely shattering into absolute panic.
I pressed my wrists fiercely against the jagged glass, ignoring the sharp pain as it sliced into my skin.
I told Ruggero that my father was not just a master jeweler, but a genius at securing illicit assets.
I had spent two hours in my father's shop reprogramming the microchip with a highly aggressive digital virus.
The moment Ruggero accessed the drive, the virus automatically executed a complete systemic wipe.
I smiled coldly and informed him that all of his hidden offshore accounts were currently being drained to zero.
Ruggero screamed in sheer agony as the screen confirmed his entire stolen fortune had been permanently erased.
The thick plastic zip tie around my wrists finally snapped, freeing my bleeding hands entirely.
Don Carmine cursed loudly, realizing the diamond bonds he had been paid with were now completely worthless.
Ruggero pulled a heavy silver revolver from his jacket, his eyes wide with pure, homicidal madness.
He aimed the weapon directly at my chest, screaming that he was going to send me to hell.
Before he could pull the trigger, a deafening gunshot echoed from the grand balcony above us.
Teresa, the elderly housekeeper who had practically raised me, stood there holding a smoking hunting rifle.
The heavy bullet struck the massive crystal chandelier hanging directly above the dining table.
The reinforced steel cable snapped with a loud, terrifying crack that silenced the entire room.
Hundreds of pounds of sharp crystal and heavy metal plummeted downward with devastating force.
The chandelier crashed directly onto the table, sending lethal shards flying in every direction.
The explosive impact knocked Ruggero off his feet, throwing him violently against the marble wall.
Don Carmine’s guards scattered in complete chaos, blinded by the dust and flying debris.
I used the absolute confusion to dive across the ruined floor and grab a discarded pistol.
Elena scrambled behind a fallen marble pillar, covering her ears as the room erupted into total war.
Alessandro finally broke free from his weakened chair, tackling a distracted guard with ferocious strength.
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Ruggero crawled desperately out from under the debris, clutching a long, wicked hunting knife.
He lunged through the smoke and grabbed Elena by her hair, pulling the blade tight against her throat.
