Chapter 7 - The Final Dose.
The night before the wedding, a massive storm battered Long Island.
Dr. Hale arrived at the estate with a black leather medical bag gripped tightly in his sweating hands.
Dean and Camille escorted the corrupt doctor directly to the library where Massimo was waiting.
Massimo sat perfectly still in his wheelchair, gazing into the roaring fireplace.
Carla stood quietly in the corner, her heart hammering against her ribs.
Nina was asleep upstairs, completely unaware of the deadly confrontation about to unfold.
"Massimo, my friend, Dr. Hale is here for your final checkup before the big day," Dean said smoothly.
Dr. Hale pulled out a syringe filled with a cloudy, lethal liquid.
"This will relax your muscles for a good night's sleep, sir," the doctor lied, his voice shaking slightly.
Camille stood by the door, trying to hide her eager anticipation.
As the doctor stepped forward with the needle, Massimo raised his hand slowly.
"I don't think I need that tonight, Julian," Massimo said, his voice echoing in the quiet room.
Dean stepped forward, frowning in confusion.
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"Come on, Massimo, you have to follow the doctor's orders," Dean insisted, reaching for the wheelchair.
Massimo slapped Dean's hand away with terrifying force.
