Principessa 8

8 Chapter 8 

Aidan stared at me, a crazed finality in his eyes. 

In that split second, Dante moved. 

He moved like a phantom, a blur of motion so swift he was barely a whisper in the air. 

In the next moment, the gun was gone from Aidan’s hand, and a brutal shoulder toss sent Aidan crashing to the marble floor. 

“Ah!” 

Aidan cried out in pain, scrambling to get up. 

But Dante planted a foot squarely on his chest, pinning him. 

The hall was utterly silent. Everyone stared, dumbfounded. 

“Who… who the hell are you?” 

Aidan’s eyes were wide with disbelief as he stared up at Dante. 

No low-level soldato moved like that. 

Dante looked down at him, his gaze like ice. 

“Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is that 

you lost.” 

“Impossible!” 

Aidan roared. “You’re just a nobody! How could you…” 

Just then, the church doors opened again, and the Don of the Callahan family walked in. 

“Aidan, you have lost.” 

Aidan looked at his grandfather, refusing to accept it. “Grandfather, help me kill him!” 

“I haven’t lost! As long as he’s dead, Seraphina will come back to me!” 

To everyone’s astonishment, the Don of the Callahan family knelt directly before Dante. 

“Don Falcone, my grandson was a fool. I beg you to spare his life.” 

And then I understood. This was Dante Falcone, the Don of the Falcone family, the living legend no one had dared to challenge for years. 

Three years ago, he had vanished after being gravely wounded in a shootout. 

No one knew he’d been lying low, living as an ordinary man. 

Aidan stared at Dante in shock, the fight finally draining out of him. 

He went limp, his eyes gazing blankly at the ceiling. 

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“I lost. I lost everything… 

Dante looked coldly at the Callahan Don. “An explanation won’t be enough.” 

“From this day on, Aidan is no longer the heir to the Callahan family.” 

“Not enough,” Dante said, his voice quiet but absolute. 

The Callahan Don glanced at me, then said solemnly, “From now on, the Callahan family is at the service of the Principessa. We owe her a 

debt.” 

Only then did Dante nod, his gaze falling on Aidan as if he were trash. 

“Take your grandson and get out.” 

“And keep him on a tight leash. If he ever comes near my wife again…” 

“Of course, of course. We’ll leave now.”