Chapter 4 - The Underboss's Arrival
The cinematic realism of the terrifying, suffocating tension completely paralyzed the grand library.
Vincent didn't yell. His quietness was infinitely more terrifying than a roaring tantrum. He looked directly at the massive, heavily armed bodyguards standing in the shadows of the library.
"Bring Dr. Aris to this room," Vincent commanded flawlessly. "And tell Marcus I need to sign the offshore transfer documents."
"Yes, Boss," the lead guard nodded, immediately stepping out the heavy mahogany doors.
Within ten minutes, the heavy doors violently swung open again.
Marcus, the late-thirties underboss, confidently marched into the library. He wore an incredibly expensive, tailored gray suit, radiating pure, toxic arrogance. He completely believed he had flawlessly manipulated the most dangerous man in the city. He carried a heavy leather briefcase containing the absolute surrender of Vincent's remaining offshore accounts.
Walking right behind him was Dr. Aris, a nervous fifty-something physician carrying a black medical bag.
"Vincent, my friend!" Marcus smiled warmly, completely faking his loyalty. "I brought the transfer papers. Once you sign these, the syndicate's European accounts will be fully stabilized."
Vincent remained seated in his leather chair. He didn't look at the briefcase. He looked directly at the nervous doctor.
"Dr. Aris," Vincent whispered coldly, his deep voice slicing right through the ambient noise of the room. "Step forward."
The physician physically swallowed hard, adjusting his glasses as he stepped nervously onto the Persian rug. "Yes, Mr. Rourke. How are your headaches?"
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"My headaches are entirely gone," Vincent stated clinically, entirely devoid of human mercy. "But I have a new problem."
👉 Vincent reached behind his neck, entirely ready to detonate a nuclear bomb on the corrupt underboss.
