Chapter 65
Domenico walked out of the holding cell, leaving the weeping lawyer in the dark. He entered the tactical command center, where his elite cyber division was already tearing apart the flash drive Arthur had surrendered. "The documents are sophisticated forgeries, Boss," the lead technician reported, his American accent rapid. "But we reverse-engineered the metadata. It traces directly back to Marcus Vance's private servers in Boston." Domenico stared at the glowing monitors, his handsome, movie-star face set in a mask of pure, unadulterated vengeance. He had built an unshakeable fortress for his family, and he would not tolerate a bureaucrat attempting to dismantle it with paperwork. "Erase the forgeries from their mainframe," Domenico commanded, his voice a low, vibrating hum of absolute danger. "And drain their corporate accounts. I want them bankrupt before we arrive." Tony stepped forward, his hand resting on his holstered weapon. "We are going to Boston, Boss?" "We are," Domenico whispered softly. "Prepare the strike teams. We will remind the corporate elite that a tailored suit does not make them bulletproof. We deal in blood, not lawsuits." The Falcone syndicate mobilized into the night, a terrifying force of nature ready to eradicate the new threat.
