The Mafia Boss Came Home Early—Then His Maid Grabbed His Arm and Whispered, “Don’t Make a Sound”
“My grandfather did.”
“For war.”
“No one alive should know it exists.”
She glanced sideways.
“Marcus didn’t.”
Vincent’s expression darkened.
“Which means we still have one advantage.”
Behind them came distant footsteps.
“They’re following.”
“They found another entrance.”
Vincent nodded.
“They always would.”
The tunnel forked.
Left led toward the river.
Right toward the old wine cellar.
Elena grabbed his arm.
“River.”
Vincent didn’t move.
“No.”
“They’ll expect us to run.”
Instead…
He smiled.
A smile so cold Elena almost didn’t recognize him.
“They’ve spent months planning how to kill Vincent Torino.”
“They’ve forgotten one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“They’re still inside my house.”
Part 3 – Ending
Marcus entered the underground control room beneath the mansion.
It was empty.
“No sign of them.”
He slammed his fist against a steel cabinet.
“They couldn’t disappear.”
One surviving gunman looked nervous.
“What if they escaped?”
Marcus shook his head.
“No.”
“The exits are covered.”
“They’re trapped.”
A voice echoed through the speakers overhead.
“No.”
Marcus froze.
