Chapter 7 - The Confrontation in Panama
Three days later, inside a luxury beachfront villa in Panama City, Preston Hayes sat by the infinity pool, sipping expensive scotch while scrolling through his offshore bank balances.
He chuckled to himself, believing he had pulled off the ultimate escape. He assumed Victoria was currently sitting in a federal holding cell while the Viti Syndicate tore down her remaining family assets.
"To fresh starts and foolish wives," Preston toasted to the empty ocean view.
"You always were an arrogant bastard, Preston," a smooth, dark voice spoke from the shadows of the patio.
Preston gasped, dropping his glass as it shattered on the marble tile. He spun around to see Dante Viti walking out of the dark living room, wearing a sharp black suit, flanked by Marco and three armed operatives.
"Viti?!" Preston shrieked, stumbling backward against the pool railing. "How... how did you find me?! I paid off the flight manifests!"
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"You left your wife in labor with a three-million-dollar debt and forged her name," Dante said, his voice dropping into an icy register that made Preston’s knees buckle. "In my world, there is no forgiveness for a coward who abandons his child."
👉 Read PART 8 to see the ultimate punishment Dante delivered to Preston!
