Chapter 15 - the penthouse breach
Silas didn't hand the mercenaries over to the police. He left them bound for his interrogators and immediately boarded his heavily armored, matte-black SUV. The hunt was officially escalating.
Julian was still sitting in his opulent glass penthouse, completely unaware that his elite strike team had been utterly annihilated. He was pouring another glass of scotch when his encrypted security console suddenly flashed a blinding red error message.
The heavy, reinforced oak doors of the penthouse didn't just open; they were violently blown off their hinges by a targeted breaching charge.
Silas strode through the smoke and debris, his dark suit immaculate, his handgun raised with terrifying, lethal purpose.
Julian stumbled backward, dropping his crystal glass, his arrogant European facade completely shattering into pathetic, humiliating terror. He reached desperately for a weapon hidden under his desk.
"Don't," Silas commanded smoothly, the single word carrying the heavy, absolute weight of an executioner.
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Julian froze, staring down the dark barrel of Silas's weapon. The mafia boss had bypassed fifty floors of elite security, neutralizing the threat with impossible, terrifying speed.
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