Chapter 4 - The Midnight Run to the Runway
The storm raged violently over the tarmac of the city’s private airport as a sleek silver Gulfstream jet prepared for takeoff. Rain lashed across the wings as the turbines roared to life.
Suddenly, three black armored SUVs smashed through the perimeter security gates, spinning across the wet concrete and blocking the runway directly in front of the taxiing aircraft.
Julian Moretti, dressed in a heavy trench coat and carrying a locked leather briefcase, looked out the plane's window in sheer terror as the jet ground to a sudden halt.
The aircraft door was forced open from the outside, and Alessandro Moretti stepped onto the cabin floor, his black umbrella dripping rain onto the carpet, his charcoal coat restored, and his dark eyes fixed on his cousin like a death sentence.
"Going somewhere, Julian?" Alessandro asked, his low voice cutting through the roar of the jet engines.
Julian backed away toward the rear galley, reaching into his coat for a silver pistol. "She was supposed to die five years ago, Alessandro! You were weak because of her! I built this syndicate's financial empire while you mourned a ghost!"
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Alessandro didn't even flinch as Julian raised the firearm.
👉 Read PART 5 to see how Alessandro disarmed his traitorous cousin!
