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She looked down at him one last time, the man who had betrayed her trust, used her emotions to attack her family and then hurt her like she meant nothing. “He’s done,” she said simply.
I put two bullets through his temple without hesitation, ending his misery. The room went silent except for the thunderous echo of gunshots.
“Come on, baby. We’re leaving.” I wrapped my arm around her waist again, leading her toward the door.
As we walked out, I pulled my phone back out and hit speed dial.
“I need you to get word out. Emergency meeting in twenty-four hours… Atlanta. Everyone needs to be there and I don’t give a fuck what they got going on. It’s not a request.”
“Got it. The usual spot?”
“Nah. The docks.” I hung up with that final statement knowing Keem would handle making sure word got out to all the major players. Tomorrow, everyone would seeexactlywhat happenedto those who cross the Donatelli family. But tonight, I just needed to get my wife home safe.
Placing a hand at the small of her back, I guided her out of this hellhole. “Let’s get out of here.”
24 hours later
Emergency Faction Meeting- Atlanta – Donatelli Controlled Docks
I’d earned my respect the hard way... in the streets, with my family, and from every major player from here to Sicily. But this... was going to cement my legacy in a way that would be talked about for generations. The entire world was going to be put on notice.
You don’t fuck with what’s mine. It was a death warrant.
I walked onto the docks with Yanna by my side, her presence necessary. Though I didn’t have to convince her, she insisted on being there from the moment yesterday’s chaos settled. As soon as she caught her breath, took one look at her face, she determined that everyone involved had to pay. And I had to agree.
While I wanted to shield her from this life, ask her to sit at home and spend my money living the soft life, it seemed practically impossible. Because of shit like this. And people like Isabella, Corey, and Orlando who always had an agenda. Or ambitions to gain more power.
She had to be here... at least for this. Her battle wounds wouldn’t be for nothing. Her people — our people — would see she wasn’t to be fucked with. Either the king or his queen would dead them where they stood.
“Ladies.” Ayanna greeted the two women standing near a gate leading to the water. Her head was held high, no traces of fear in her eyes.
I didn’t even bother to speak, only continued my long strides down dimly lit pathways until we reached the ledge. Water lapped against the harbor and cranes loomed overhead. My audience was in attendance, all pensive, but very aware of the significance of the situation.
My wife had been touched and there would be hell to pay.
“How are you holding up, there?” I smirked, directing my eyes upward at our special guest, Orlando.
He was currently hanging from a crane that hovered over the murky waters. Both of his hands were tied to the hook, and his long arms were extended, causing his body weight to pull against the restraints. My men hadn’t been gentle with him. And neither would I
“Been better,” he scoffed, his eyes defiant.
There was still a bit of arrogance left in him, but it wouldn’t last long. It never did in the final stages of a man’s life when he was looking death in the face.
“But I’m sure you already knew that,” he spat.
The smirk that covered my face was anything but friendly, more like sinister, before turning back to the major players in attendance—my father, Bash, and a man I hadn’t seen in weeks... Gianni. I watched my father cross his arms while Bash stood protectively near his sister on guard. But it was Gianni who caught my attention. While he seemed commanding to the average person I could see the uncertainty.
He was uncomfortable. As he should be.
However, they weren’t the only ones here to witness this public display of power. The entire group including lower crime bosses, crooked politicians, and local enforcers knew what time it was. This was not just about vengeance; it was a message.
“Consider this a lesson,” I announced, my voice carrying over the tense silence. “I do not fuck around about my wife... my family.” I tapped on my chest to emphasize my point.
Sweeping my eyes across the many faces, I let the weight of my words sink in. “The next time any of you niggas get the bright ideas to use my wife as leverage, remember this moment. Drop him,” I demanded.
The whirring of the crane echoed as one of my men obediently operated the controls lowering Orlando’s body.
It descended slowly.
