Chapter 4 - The Viper in the House
Camille marched aggressively back into the mansion, her sharp heels clicking like gunfire against the marble floors.
She found Carla in the main hallway, quietly carrying a heavy stack of freshly folded linens.
Without a single word of warning, Camille raised her hand and slapped the housekeeper viciously across the face.
Carla stumbled backward in shock, dropping the clean white towels all over the floor.
Camille hissed venomous insults, demanding to know what the pathetic maid thought she was doing in the garden.
Massimo watched the entire humiliating interaction from the open doorway of his private study.
His blood boiled with a murderous rage, but he forced his body to remain slumped and helpless in his wheelchair.
Carla kept her head down, apologizing profusely and playing dumb to protect her daughter's life.
Disgusted, Camille stormed past the trembling housekeeper and walked straight into Dean's private office down the hall.
Massimo slowly and quietly wheeled himself closer to the slightly open wooden door to listen.
Camille whispered frantically to Dean, revealing that the boss was clearly not taking his medication.
Dean sighed heavily, the sound carrying a terrifying, calculated calmness that chilled Massimo to the bone.
Massimo felt a wave of physical nausea as he clearly heard his supposedly loyal fiancée kiss his betrayer.
They had been working together this entire time, sharing his home and his wealth while plotting his slow demise.
Dean confidently assured Camille that the situation did not matter anymore because the timeline was changing.
He calmly stated that the allied capos were coming this weekend to discuss territory and leadership.
Camille laughed quietly, suggesting they make Massimo's inevitable death look like a natural heart failure.
They agreed to handle the final assassination tonight, leaving absolutely no trace of foul play.
Massimo backed his wheelchair away into the shadows, his brilliant mind racing to formulate a counterattack.
He wheeled himself back into the study and stared intently at his motionless legs.
He focused every ounce of his willpower on his right foot, gritting his teeth in sheer concentration.
Slowly, agonizingly, his big toe twitched visibly against the leather of his shoe.
He had only a few short hours to regain complete control of his broken body.
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Suddenly, Nina appeared in the doorway, clutching her favorite stuffed bear and trembling with tears in her eyes.
She whispered that she had overheard the bad man saying he was going to put her mommy in the ground tonight.
