Chapter 9 - The Ultimate Execution
"It doesn't matter if you knew," Vincent replied coldly, staring into the attorney's panicking eyes with absolute, unfiltered disgust. "You don't touch children. And you don't ever cross my family."
Vincent calmly stood up to his full height. He didn't pull a weapon. He didn't need to dirty his own hands with the blood of pathetic, cowardly executives.
He calmly raised two fingers in the air.
His massive, heavily armed enforcers stepped out of the shadows. They didn't treat the wealthy executives like respected businessmen or corporate leaders. They treated them like hostile, dangerous, and completely neutralized targets that needed to be permanently erased.
"Strip their offshore accounts," Vincent commanded flawlessly, completely commanding the warehouse. "Transfer every single cent of the stolen patent money directly into a private trust fund for Dominic's favorite charities. And then, take them to the basement."
The corrupt board members screamed in apocalyptic terror.
"No! Please! We'll give you everything!" the attorney wailed, thrashing wildly as two massive guards violently grabbed his arms and hauled him forcefully to his feet. Handing them over to the enforcers in the basement meant they were going to face a slow, agonizing brand of underworld justice that they would never survive.
They were dragged aggressively toward the soundproof interrogation rooms at the back of the warehouse, completely humiliated, entirely ruined, and permanently erased from the city.
The toxic parasites who had betrayed Dominic were gone, facing the exact, brutal consequence they had earned.
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Vincent turned his back on the screaming men, completely unfazed by their terror. He rolled down his sleeves, buttoned his cuffs, and walked back out into the cool night air.
👉 Vincent climbed into his heavily armored SUV, entirely ready to return to the only two people who mattered.
