In "Family Ties," the Moretti family is everything, or so they thought. But beneath the surface of loyalty lies a web of betrayal and lies. In the heart of this tangled mess, the Morettis struggle to find their footing, torn apart by secrets and dec...
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As I step closer to the bed, the sight of Athena's bruised and bloodied body shatters me. She didn't deserve this—no one does. Seeing her like this is a nightmare I can't wake up from.
"Dad, she still has a pulse," Caesar said, his voice strained as he checked her vitals.
"P-Please take her to the hospital. I have unfinished business here," I said, barely able to keep the rage in my voice from breaking.
"Dad, I can just call—"
"Take her to the fucking hospital now!" I roared, my voice echoing through the room.
"Yes, sir," Caesar responded quickly. I took off my jacket and draped it over Athena, gently covering her fragile form. I leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to her cheek.
"I'm gonna make sure he pays," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. Then I turned and walked out, leaving Caesar to rush her to safety.
I made my way down the hall to the room where Khenan and his men were holding Stefan. The stench of blood hung in the air as I entered. Stefan was tied to a chair, his face a mess of cuts and bruises, while Khenan continued to land blow after blow. But Stefan just kept laughing through the pain, mocking us with every breath.
"Is that all you got?" Stefan taunted, blood dripping from his mouth, his smile twisted with malice.
"I can take it from here, Khenan," I said. Khenan and the others stepped back, leaving me alone with the man who destroyed everything I held dear.
"Awww, little bro, you finally came to finish me off, huh? Judging by that look on your face, I'm guessing you saw Athena. Did my boys take good care of her?" Stefan sneered, his laugh cutting through me like a knife.
The rage I'd been holding back exploded. I lunged at him, fists flying as I pummeled him over and over, feeling my knuckles split open with each punch. His laughter only fueled my fury.
"You're like a fucking parasite—you destroy everything you touch. You deserve a slow, painful death," I spat, my voice trembling with hatred.
"I was just getting started," Stefan chuckled, blood bubbling in his throat as he flashed me a bloodied grin.
"You murdered your own son," I hissed.
"If he was dumb enough to choose you as a father, he was never my son," he said, his voice dripping with contempt.
I pulled out my knife, the cold steel catching the dim light of the room. "Your games are over, Stefan. You lose, brother."
But he didn't stop. Even as death loomed closer, he kept pushing, kept trying to tear me down. "I broke up your precious little family before it could even start. I murdered your son and pimped out your bitch. Your whole world is crumbling, and deep down, you know it. That rage you feel—it's exactly what I wanted to see. You never had the balls to be the Don of this family. You were just a scared little boy pretending to be a king. But to be a king, you have to kill a king. And look at you now—"
