Chapter 5 - The Poisoned Cup
Massimo immediately motioned for Nina to come closer, wrapping a comforting, protective arm around her tiny shoulders.
He knew with absolute certainty that Dean would mercilessly eliminate Carla and Nina to cover up the loose ends.
He spoke to the child with a surprisingly gentle voice, telling her she needed to be incredibly brave.
He ordered her to go straight to her room, lock the heavy door, and do exactly as her mother instructed.
Nina nodded bravely, wiping her tears before running quietly down the long hallway.
Massimo knew he had to strike tonight, even though his muscles were still incredibly weak and uncoordinated.
Evening fell quickly over Long Island, painting the sprawling mansion in dark, ominous shadows.
Carla prepared Massimo's evening tea in the kitchen, her hands shaking violently as she arranged the silver tray.
Dean unexpectedly walked into the kitchen and firmly took the tray from the housekeeper's trembling hands.
He stated with a chilling, predatory smile that he would take the tea to the boss himself tonight.
Dean carried the tray into the dimly lit library and set it on the small table beside Massimo's wheelchair.
Massimo stared at the steaming porcelain cup, knowing without a doubt that it contained a massive, lethal dose of poison.
Dean pulled up a leather chair and urged him to drink up, claiming he needed his strength for tomorrow.
Massimo picked up the delicate cup with intentionally trembling hands, pretending to be utterly exhausted and weak.
As he brought the hot rim to his lips, he deliberately let his fingers slip from the handle.
The cup shattered spectacularly against the marble floor, splashing boiling tea and deadly poison everywhere.
Massimo mumbled a pathetic apology, acting deeply embarrassed by his own failing body.
Dean's perfectly crafted mask of loyalty finally cracked, revealing the ruthless monster hiding underneath.
His eyes went dead cold, and his jaw locked in pure, unadulterated frustration.
He didn't bother calling a maid to clean up the mess on the floor.
Instead, Dean slowly and deliberately reached inside his tailored charcoal jacket.
He pulled out a black tactical pistol fitted with a long, heavy metal suppressor.
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He pointed the dark barrel directly at the center of Massimo's forehead.
Dean whispered with a cruel smirk that Massimo was simply too clumsy to stay alive any longer.
