Chapter 68
Marcus Vance gasped for air, his aristocratic arrogance entirely shattered as he looked up into Domenico’s cold, intimidating eyes. "Falcone!" Vance shrieked, his rosy skin slick with panicked sweat. "You can't do this! I am a legitimate businessman! I have politicians on my payroll!" "Your payroll is empty," Domenico whispered softly, utilizing his terrifying, measured pauses. "My cyber division... drained your accounts... an hour ago. You are bankrupt." Vance’s eyes widened in absolute, paralyzing horror. The realization that his entire empire had been erased with a few keystrokes broke him completely. "You tried to use the federal government to steal my ports," Domenico stated, his volume incredibly low but carrying a lethal, apocalyptic promise. "You threatened the stability of my home." "I'll surrender the firm! I'll give you everything!" Vance begged, weeping openly. "I do not want your firm," Domenico murmured, stepping back and raising his suppressed sidearm. "I want your silence." He pulled the trigger without a fraction of hesitation. The flawless shot ended the corporate threat permanently. Domenico turned his back on the body, smoothing his tactical gear. "Sanitize the servers," he ordered his men. "We are going home."
