Chapter 8 - The Fall of the Traitors
Vincent groaned in pain, his face pressed flat against the floor as the heavy guard pinned him down with steel handcuffs.
“Luca! Please! I’m your blood!” Vincent screamed, his arrogant composure completely shattered into pathetic desperation. “It was Daniel’s idea! He forged the vault transfer documents!”
“You lying coward!” Daniel shrieked, backing into the corner as two more guards seized his arms, clicking handcuffs tightly around his wrists. “You threatened to ruin me if I didn't help you wipe the offshore accounts!”
Luca didn't even look down at them as they were hauled to their feet.
“Hand them over to the Federal Financial Crimes Unit,” Luca ordered the guards calmly. “Provide them with the digital recordings, the forged vault transfers, and the medical reports of Elena’s injuries. Make sure they are prosecuted to the absolute maximum extent of the law.”
“Yes, Mr. Moretti,” the lead guard replied, dragging the screaming traitors out of the office and down the corridor.
The heavy double doors closed once more, leaving the office in absolute, peaceful quiet.
Elena stood frozen in the center of the room, her body trembling with a mixture of overwhelming shock, grief, and profound relief.
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Mia looked up at her mother, then reached into her yellow dress pocket and pulled out a small, crumpled piece of paper, holding it out toward Luca.
👉 “Uncle Luca,” Mia said innocently. “Mommy made me keep this hidden in my shoe.”
