Chapter 66
The Boston high-rise was a towering monument of glass and steel, heavily secured by highly paid private military contractors. They expected a legal battle in the morning; they did not expect a heavily armed tactical insertion at 3:00 AM. The night air was freezing, but the cinematic, pristine lighting of the city skyline offered a perfect backdrop for the assault. Domenico did not use the ground floor. He authorized a silent, aerial breach. Two black helicopters hovered over the skyscraper. Domenico, dressed in sleek tactical gear over his crisp dress shirt, fast-roped onto the roof with flawless, athletic precision. His elite operators landed silently around him. "Cut their power grid," Domenico ordered over the encrypted comms. Instantly, the top ten floors of the high-rise plunged into absolute darkness. The heavy steel access doors were breached with specialized, muffled thermal charges. Domenico stepped into the stairwell, his suppressed automatic weapon raised. He moved with the fluid, terrifying grace of a hunting panther. He was not a CEO negotiating a merger; he was the undisputed king of the underworld, bringing an apocalypse to the men who dared to threaten his queen.
