Chapter 73 - the king's mobilization
Alexander Junior didn't issue public warnings or demand diplomatic negotiations. He understood the brutal, unforgiving mechanics of the underworld perfectly: predators only respect absolute, overwhelming force.
He kissed Clara and little Elara goodbye, leaving them in the impenetrable, heavily guarded safety of the Boston estate under the fierce protection of the giant dog Ares and his mother, Sophia.
Boarding a highly advanced, stealth-equipped private jet, Alexander Junior flew directly into European airspace entirely under the radar.
He didn't bring a massive, noisy army of mercenaries. He brought a highly specialized, elite strike team of twelve men, armed with advanced weaponry and tactical thermal cloaking gear.
Darius’s island was an absolute, terrifying fortress, surrounded by heavily armed patrol boats and automated anti-aircraft turrets. The arrogant arms dealer believed he was completely insulated from any possible retaliation.
He was sipping expensive champagne in his opulent cliffside mansion, watching his armed mercenaries unload the stolen medical supplies at the docks below.
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He was completely, fatally unaware that the apex predator of the Cross bloodline had just breached his island's outer perimeter with cinematic, terrifying silence.
👉 read part 74 to see the silent breach.
