"There are people we do not touch. I gave you a list—names you were to never cross, never provoke. And Ross Oakley… was at the very top."
Kenny's bloodshot eyes blinked, his breath ragged.
His father's tone grew harsher, the restraint in his voice cracking.
"You arrogant fool," Don Carlo spat. "That man is not human—he's a monster. If he wanted, he wouldn't just kill you, he'd burn our family to ash and dance on the embers. He'd gut our businesses, slaughter our allies, and eat us alive if it amused him. And the worst part?" His lip curled in disgust.
"There's nothing—nothing—we could do to stop him."
From the shadowed corner of the room, three men stood in silence.
All of them bore the same sharp features as Kenny and their father, tall, handsome, and well-dressed, but not daring to move or speak.
The Don turned his piercing gaze on them.
"Look closely, you fools," he barked, gesturing toward Kenny's mangled form.
