Chapter 5 - The Fall of the Acting King
"What the hell do you think you're doing!" Marcus roared, his face flushing dark red with instant fury.
Abandoning all composure, the current head of the Moretti family lunged forward, raising a heavy fist to strike the old man down in front of the entire elite gathering.
Silas didn't even step back. As Marcus’s fist drove forward, Silas shifted his weight by two inches, letting the strike slide harmlessly past his left ear. In the same motion, Silas pivoted on his heel, brought his right fist back, and delivered a devastating, short-range straight punch directly into Marcus’s jaw.
The sound of bone hitting bone echoed sharply. Marcus’s eyes went blank for a fraction of a second as his entire body was lifted off his feet by the sheer kinetic force of the hit. He crashed backward into a massive six-foot hand-carved Italian ceramic vase holding rare orchids.
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The heavy ceramic shattered on impact, exploding into thousands of sharp shards. Marcus hit the floor hard, tumbling through dirt, broken pottery, and scattered flowers before coming to a halt on his hands and knees, gasping for air as blood welled up from a deep cut on his lip.
The ballroom was struck mute. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Security guards stood frozen at the entrance doors, their hands hovering over their holsters, completely paralyzed by the sight of the city's most feared mob boss sprawling in the dirt while an old man stood over him without a single hair out of place.
