Chapter 11 - The Trap in the Crypt
Before Vincenzo's mercenaries could raise their weapons, a low, rhythmic thrumming sound shook the stone floor of the crypt.
The stained-glass skylights high above the chapel suddenly shattered as tactical ropes dropped into the sanctuary. Elite Italian anti-mafia commandos, working in coordination with Leo and Alexander's loyal global security team, descended into the crypt with absolute precision.
"Drop your weapons! Federal police!" a commanding voice shouted over the roar of a hovering tactical helicopter outside.
Vincenzo's mercenaries panicked, throwing their weapons onto the stone floor as red laser sights covered their chests.
Vincenzo froze, his face draining of all color as he looked at Alexander in disbelief. "You... you brought the authorities?"
"I didn't just bring them, Vincenzo," Alexander said, taking the leather-bound ledger from Lucia's hands and holding it up. "Lucia forwarded digital scans of this ledger to the International Prosecutor's office forty-five minutes ago while we were driving here."
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Alexander stepped up to his uncle, looking down at him with quiet, absolute disgust. "Every murder, every bribe, every illegal transaction you authorized over the last twenty years is documented in Mateo's hand. You aren't just losing the Bellini empire tonight, Vincenzo. You're going to die in a cage."
👉 Read PART 12 to see how Vincenzo attempted one last desperate act of violence!
