“That’s My Late Wife’s Necklace!” — The Mafia Boss Shouted, Until The Waitress Spoke

“That’s My Late Wife’s Necklace!” — The Mafia Boss Shouted, Until The Waitress Spoke

"That necklace belongs to the Ashford bloodline!" The roar thundered through the main hall, slicing through every conversation like a blade. Damien Blackwood, the most feared mafia boss in all of Blackwood City, shot up from his private table, his face twisted with barely contained fury. His finger pointed straight at the chest of a young cleaning girl. Ivy froze in the middle of the hall, a dirty rag still clutched in her hand, feeling the blood in her veins turn to ice. Instinctively, she dropped the rag and brought both hands to her throat, shielding the golden locket that hung there. "Sir, I didn't steal anything." She stammered, backing up a step. "I swear." Damien didn't listen. He kicked aside the chair blocking his path and surged toward her like a gathering storm. Diners at nearby tables scrambled away, terrified by the rage radiating from the man whose name alone made criminals tremble. "Don't lie to me!" Damien growled, cornering her against a marble pillar. "I've been searching for that piece for twenty six years. Where did you get it? Speak!" The restaurant manager, Harrison, came running, his face flushed with panic. "Mr. Blackwood, please calm down!" Harrison wedged himself between them, hands waving frantically. "A thousand apologies, sir. This girl just started. Clearly an incompetent little thief!" He turned to Ivy, voice cold as steel. "You're fired! Get out before I call the police!" Harrison grabbed Ivy's arm, roughly dragging her toward the kitchen. Ivy cried out in pain, but before she could resist, a powerful hand seized the manager's wrist and squeezed until his knuckles went white. It was Damien. "Let her go." His voice dropped low, dangerous. "Touch her again, and I swear I'll bury this restaurant, and you, by morning." Harrison released her immediately, trembling as he backed away, hands raised in surrender. "But, but Mr. Blackwood, she has the Token." "Shut up and disappear." Damien didn't spare him another glance. He turned back to face Ivy. They stood so close she could smell the expensive whiskey on his breath, could see the raw anguish burning in his dark eyes. "Give me the necklace." He extended his hand, palm up. "Now." "No." Ivy shook her head, still clutching the jewelry in desperation. "This is mine. This is the only thing my mother left me. I've had it since I was a baby." "Lies!" Damien slammed his fist into the pillar, the impact echoing through the hall. "Catherine Ashford was wearing it the night she died.

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