Chapter 9 - The Underworld Summit
The stolen car felt incredibly suffocating as we listened to Katherine's treacherous broadcast.
She had successfully turned the entire criminal underworld against Daniel in a matter of minutes.
She announced that she was hosting an emergency syndicate summit at the grand Plaza Hotel tonight to solidify her new power.
Vincent Marchetti was scheduled to attend as her newly allied partner in crime.
Daniel looked at me with cold determination, stating that we had to crash the summit immediately.
We safely hid Mia in an untraceable, secure motel outside the city limits.
Daniel and I stripped off our heavy tactical gear and changed into formal evening wear stolen from a high-end boutique.
I wore a stunning, backless crimson gown that easily concealed the loaded pistol strapped to my thigh.
Daniel looked absolutely lethal in a perfectly tailored, dark midnight tuxedo.
We walked boldly through the heavily guarded front doors of the luxurious Plaza Hotel.
The massive ballroom was packed with the most dangerous mafia bosses in the entire country.
We slipped silently through the crowd, heading directly toward the main stage where Katherine was holding court.
Before we could reach the microphone to present our evidence, heavy hands grabbed us from behind.
Dozens of Marchetti soldiers suddenly surrounded us, aggressively disarming Daniel and pulling my gun from its holster.
The music violently stopped, and the entire ballroom fell into a deadly, anticipating silence.
Katherine smiled triumphantly from the stage as her guards dragged us violently up the velvet steps.
My father, Vincent Marchetti, stepped forward from the shadows with a cruel, arrogant smirk.
He looked at me with utter disgust, slapping me forcefully across the face in front of the entire underworld.
He proudly declared that his daughter was a weak, pathetic traitor to her own bloodline.
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Vincent turned to Katherine and loudly ordered her to execute us both immediately as a display of her new absolute authority.
Katherine raised a silver pistol and aimed it directly at Daniel's forehead with a wicked smile.
