[With a deafening crash, the door banged open, falling clean off its hinges. Lucas stumbled back, his smug composure crumbling as Daniel stepped inside. His eyes burned crimson with rage, his trembling hands promising destruction. Without a word, Daniel stormed to Eve, scooping her frail body into his arms.]
[As he walked out, the guards froze, their gazes lowering. They parted instinctively, clearing his path. None dared to defy him—not because they lacked the strength, but because defying Daniel was a death sentence. He wasn’t just a threat; he was Vincent’s son, and that title alone sealed their fate if they acted against him.]
Daniel (The Mafia leader)
[He drove, his gaze flickering to her bloody arm. Gripping his phone tightly, he made a call.]
I want you at my personal house before I get there—or you'll go straight to your grave.
[Dr. Edward, Daniel's personal doctor and reluctant friend, hurried out of his cabin, knowing Daniel's threats were far from empty.]
Edward
Edward: Why can’t he just say what’s wrong? How am I supposed to treat him—or whoever it is—if he doesn’t tell me the issue?
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