Chapter 8 - The Syndicate Guillotine
"No! Vincent, I beg of you! I have a family!" Marco wailed hysterically, thrashing desperately under the boots of the enforcers.
"Liquidate his real estate portfolio," Vincent continued ruthlessly, completely ignoring the pathetic pleas. "Call in every single one of his corporate debts. Freeze his illegal supply chains. I want every single dollar he has ever stolen from this syndicate transferred directly into a secure, locked trust fund under Mia's name."
"Understood, Boss," the CFO replied smoothly over the speaker. "The transfers are complete. He is entirely insolvent."
Marco let out a guttural, high-pitched shriek of pure agony. He was completely, permanently bankrupt. He had committed treason to steal a multi-million-dollar empire, and in exactly sixty seconds, he had lost absolutely everything he ever owned.
But the financial destruction was only the very beginning of his punishment.
"Vincent, please!" Marco sobbed, tears and drool ruining his expensive suit. "I'll leave the country! I'll confess to the police! Just let me go to federal prison!"
Vincent slowly crouched down, resting his arm on his knee, looking directly into Marco's terrified eyes.
"You aren't going to prison, Marco," Vincent replied, his voice devoid of any human emotion.
Vincent raised his phone and dialed a completely different, heavily encrypted number.
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"Call the Russian cartel," Vincent ordered Renzo. "Tell them Marco was the one who skimmed from their diamond shipment last year. Tell them he’s sitting tied up in my loading dock. Let the wolves handle the thief."
👉 The enforcers dragged the screaming traitor into the darkness, leaving Vincent to finally face the terrified mother.
