Chapter 2 - The Bloody Evidence
Julian stared completely blankly at the gruesome, bloody evidence scattered across his immaculate floor.
The severed finger looked incredibly grotesque under the warm, golden light of the expensive chandeliers.
Beatrice crossed her arms triumphantly, clearly believing she had just entirely destroyed the treacherous maid's impossible fairy tale.
"Your precious little victim is clearly a spy working for the Rossi syndicate, Julian," the matriarch spat with absolute venom.
Elena desperately shook her head, her beautiful eyes silently begging the dangerous mafia boss to see through the blatant lie.
"I have never seen those horrible things in my entire life, Julian," Elena whispered, her voice cracking with raw emotion.
"Somebody clearly planted them in my personal belongings while I was working in the kitchen to frame me."
Julian slowly stood up from the floor, his towering frame completely casting a dark, imposing shadow over both women.
He looked intensely back and forth between his deeply manipulative mother and the weeping woman carrying his only child.
The terrifying silence in the room stretched on for what felt like an absolute eternity.
"Pick up the girl and secure her in the master suite immediately," Julian ordered his completely stunned personal bodyguards.
Beatrice gasped in absolute outrage, forcefully slamming her silver-tipped cane against the marble floor.
"You cannot seriously be protecting a confirmed cartel spy who has clearly infiltrated our home to slaughter us!" Beatrice shrieked.
Julian turned his cold, dead eyes toward his mother, a look that instantly silenced her hysterical screaming.
"I will personally uncover the exact truth behind this entire mess, Mother, and God help whoever is actively lying to me."
The heavily armed guards gently but firmly lifted Elena from the floor, carefully carrying her up the grand staircase.
They deposited her inside Julian's heavily fortified private bedroom and firmly locked the heavy reinforced door from the outside.
Elena collapsed onto the massive king-sized bed, violently shivering as the adrenaline finally began to completely leave her exhausted system.
She was entirely trapped inside the very heart of the Moretti empire, surrounded by heavily armed men who would gladly kill her on command.
But as soon as she was absolutely certain she was completely alone, her terrified expression instantly vanished.
The innocent, trembling maid persona completely melted away, replaced by the cold, calculating focus of a highly trained survivor.
She quickly reached into the inner pocket of her torn uniform, producing a small, incredibly sharp razor blade she always kept hidden.
Elena moved silently toward a secondary, heavily disguised duffel bag that she had successfully hidden under Julian's floorboards weeks ago.
Using the razor, she expertly sliced open the false bottom of the heavy canvas bag to reveal her actual secret.
She had absolutely nothing to do with the planted drugs or the severed finger Beatrice had foolishly used to frame her.
However, as she pulled the heavy, suppressed tactical pistol from the hidden compartment, the terrifying truth of her real mission became undeniable.
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Resting directly beneath the lethal weapon was a highly classified, heavily encrypted Rossi assassination ledger.
The very first name boldly printed in bright red ink on the final execution list was Julian Moretti.
