The Syndicate Poisoned the Mafia Boss's Memory — Until the Little Girl Touched the Back of His Neck

"He made me do it!" Dr. Aris shrieked wildly, violently pointing his trembling finger directly at the underboss.

The doctor completely broke down, dropping to his knees on the Persian rug. He looked like a pathetic, cornered animal. "Marcus paid me two million dollars to implant the device! He orchestrated the car crash! He wanted to drain your offshore accounts before you realized he was stealing from the syndicate!"

"Shut up, you pathetic coward!" Marcus roared aggressively, reaching frantically inside his tailored gray jacket for a concealed weapon.

But Marcus was entirely too slow.

Vincent didn't even flinch. He didn't raise his voice. He simply raised two fingers in the air.

Four massive, heavily armed syndicate bodyguards stepped directly out of the shadows. Before Marcus could even unholster his weapon, a massive enforcer aggressively grabbed his arm, violently twisting it behind his back with bone-crushing force. Another guard forcefully kicked the back of Marcus's knees, sending the arrogant underboss crashing brutally onto the hardwood floor.

"Get your filthy hands off me!" Marcus shrieked hysterically, desperately trying to fight the massive men. "I run this syndicate! I am the boss!"

"You're a parasite," Vincent stated clinically, standing up from his leather chair.

The terrifying apex predator slowly walked across the library, towering over the weeping, humiliated traitor on the floor.

"Take the doctor to the medical wing," Vincent ordered smoothly, not even looking at the weeping physician. "Have him surgically remove the device from my neck. And when he's finished, ensure he never practices medicine again."