Chapter 7 - The Final Execution
"Vincent, please!" Marcus wailed pathetically, blood dripping from his lip as the guards held him down on the floor. "I'm sorry! I'll give the money back! I'll leave the state! We've been friends for ten years! Please don't kill me!"
"We were never friends," Vincent whispered coldly, entirely devoid of human warmth.
He didn't yell. His quietness was infinitely more terrifying.
"Take him to the harbor," Vincent commanded flawlessly. "Strip him of his expensive suit. Empty his private bank accounts. And then make sure he completely disappears into the Atlantic."
"No! No, please!" Marcus screamed in total, undeniable disgrace as the heavy enforcers aggressively dragged him backward.
His desperate, pathetic shrieks echoed through the massive mansion as he was forcefully hauled out of the grand library. His high-society life, his arrogant pride, and his stolen empire were permanently erased in a single afternoon.
The chaotic, toxic energy was entirely dragged out of the room, plunging the library back into a profound, heavy peace.
Vincent turned around. Emily, the terrified maid, was still standing in the corner, holding little Sophie protectively against her white apron. She was shaking violently, completely terrified that the mafia boss would execute them for witnessing the violence.
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But Vincent didn't look angry. He looked at the tiny five-year-old girl with profound, overwhelming respect.
👉 Vincent dropped completely to his knees, entirely ready to change the little girl's life forever.
