Chapter 7 - The Apex Predator
"I let a child put a crown on my head," Vincent corrected smoothly, stepping perfectly into Marco's personal space. "You put a target on my back."
Before Marco could even brace himself, Vincent lunged forward with blinding, surgical brutality.
The apex predator grabbed Marco by the throat of his tailored gray suit, lifted the heavy forty-five-year-old man completely off his feet, and violently slammed him backward against the stone pillar of the hallway.
Marco gasped for air, his eyes bulging as Vincent’s heavily tattooed hand crushed his windpipe.
"Pin him," Vincent commanded softly.
Two massive enforcers stepped forward, violently dragging Marco down to the cold marble floor. They twisted his arms behind his back, pressing heavy combat boots against his spine. Marco shrieked in agony as his shoulder popped.
Clara stood frozen against the wall, watching the terrifying, legendary violence of the Castalano family finally unleashed.
Vincent casually adjusted his silk tie, his chest heaving slightly. He reached into his suit jacket and pulled out his encrypted smartphone.
He didn't pull out a gun to execute Marco. Death was far too easy for a traitor.
Vincent dialed his Chief Financial Officer, putting the call on speaker so Marco could hear the absolute, catastrophic devastation of his entire life.
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"Initiate the complete liquidation of Marco's offshore accounts," Vincent ordered coldly, his dark eyes locked onto the weeping man on the floor.
👉 Marco screamed as his billionaire empire was completely, systematically turned to ash.
