Chapter 38
The private island compound of Sterling Vance was a masterpiece of modern, isolated luxury. It was surrounded by crystal-clear waters and heavily armed private security contractors. The billionaire sat by his infinity pool, sipping a cocktail, completely unaware that his digital fortress had been breached.
The assault began at midnight.
Alessandro did not use boats or helicopters. He utilized a silent, submerged approach, deploying elite combat divers to neutralize the underwater perimeter sensors. They breached the island's shores like phantoms rising from the sea.
The private security contractors were highly paid, but they were entirely unprepared for the sheer, overwhelming, coordinated violence of the Rizzano strike team. The sharp, suppressed cracks of gunfire echoed softly across the pristine beaches as Alessandro’s men systematically dismantled the island's defenses.
Alessandro moved through the lush, tropical gardens with the lethal, fluid grace of an apex predator. He wore dark tactical gear, his suppressed weapon raised. He didn't rush. He advanced relentlessly, neutralizing any guard who crossed his path with flawless, surgical precision.
They reached the main villa.
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"Perimeter secure," Dante whispered over the comms. "The target is in the master suite."
Alessandro kicked open the heavy glass doors of the villa. He walked silently through the opulent, cinematicly lit living room and ascended the modern glass staircase. The billionaire was about to learn that money could not buy salvation.
