Chapter 7 - The Financial Guillotine
"I'll leave the country!" Silas wept, tears of pure, humiliating panic streaming down his face. "I have millions in my offshore accounts! I'll give it all to you! Just let me walk away!"
Damon looked down at his brother with freezing, absolute disgust.
"You don't have any millions," Damon stated smoothly.
Silas’s eyes widened in sheer horror.
"While you were standing out here waiting to welcome me home," Damon explained, his voice projecting clearly over the roar of the distant jet engines, "my cyber-team hacked the private servers in your penthouse. We seized every single offshore account you drained from the syndicate. We liquidated your shell companies."
All the color violently vanished from Silas’s face. He physically swayed on his knees.
"The five million dollars you owe the Russian cartel for the hit you ordered four years ago is completely gone," Damon added, dealing the final, devastating blow. "And my men already forwarded them the audio files proving you were planning to double-cross them next week."
"No!" Silas wailed in pure agony. "Damon, they'll skin me alive! You can't do this to your own brother!"
"You stopped being my brother the night you put a target on my family's back," Damon replied.
He didn't shoot him. A quick death on the tarmac was far too merciful for the monster who had stolen his children's early years.
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"Strip him," Damon commanded his massive guards.
👉 The traitor was completely broken, leaving Damon to deliver the ultimate, terrifying punishment to his own blood.
