Chapter 8 - The Resurrection.
The sharp sound of the slap echoed like a gunshot through the library.
Dean stumbled back, holding his wrist in absolute shock.
Before anyone could speak, Massimo placed his hands firmly on the armrests.
His knuckles turned white as he pushed his weight forward.
Camille gasped, covering her mouth as her eyes widened in pure terror.
Slowly, agonizingly, the most feared man on the East Coast rose from his wheelchair.
He stood at his full, intimidating height of six-foot-two, casting a massive shadow across the room.
Dr. Hale dropped the syringe, the glass shattering against the marble floor.
"You... you can't be standing," Dean stammered, his face draining of all color.
"Surprised, brother?" Massimo asked, his voice dripping with lethal sarcasm.
He took a slow, deliberate step forward, his balance perfectly stable.
"Did you really think a few cheap pills could keep a Rinaldi buried forever?"
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Dean reached inside his tailored jacket for his hidden weapon.
But before his fingers could even touch the metal, the library doors smashed open.
