Chapter 6 - The Siege of the Northern Dock
An hour later, six black armored SUVs tore through the pouring rain, converging on Victor Vance’s heavily guarded warehouse near the northern docks.
Inside the warehouse, Victor Vance—a arrogant, fifty-something syndicate boss—sat at a wooden table, triumphantly running his fingers over the old iron chest he had stolen from Elena. His men stood around him, laughing and drinking, believing they had successfully intimidated the Valenti family.
"The girl was weak," Victor sneered to his second-in-command. "One snap of her arm and she dropped like a fly. Adrian Valenti won't do a thing. He's too soft to start a war over a housemaid."
Suddenly, the massive steel doors of the warehouse were blown inward with a deafening explosion.
Glass shattered, metal twisted, and heavy smoke billowed into the room. Before Victor’s men could draw their weapons, dozens of Valenti enforcers flooded the facility, securing every exit with military precision.
Through the clearing smoke walked Adrian Valenti, his dark coat soaked with rain, his face framed by absolute, terrifying fury.
Victor sprang up from his chair, his face turning pale as he reached for his pistol on the table. "Valenti?! You're crazy! You can't attack my stronghold over a maid!"
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"She is not a maid," Adrian said, his voice ringing out like a thunderclap across the cavernous room. "She is under my name. And you made her bleed."
👉 Read Part 7 to see Victor Vance realize his fatal error.
