Chapter 45
The Corsican and Russian bosses sat frozen at the long dining table, their arrogant bravado instantly shattered by the devastating, sudden breach. They were completely surrounded by heavily armed, laser-sighted operators.
The Corsican leader, a rugged man with a scarred face, slowly raised his hands. "Rizzano," he spat, his heavy accent thick with hatred. "You are a long way from home. You cannot hold Europe with six men."
Alessandro walked slowly into the cinematic, bright light of the room's grand chandelier. He lowered his weapon slightly, his cold, intimidating eyes locking onto the foreign boss.
"I do not need to hold Europe," Alessandro murmured softly, utilizing his terrifying, controlled pauses. "I only need... to break you."
"We are a coalition!" the Russian boss shouted, standing up aggressively. "You kill us, and every syndicate from Moscow to Marseille will hunt you!"
Alessandro didn't flinch. He didn't raise his voice. He simply raised his suppressed sidearm and fired a single, flawless shot. The bullet struck the Russian boss squarely in the chest, dropping the massive man instantly to the antique rug.
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The room erupted in screams, but the Rizzano operators maintained perfect, lethal discipline, keeping their weapons trained on the remaining leaders.
"I am the apex predator," Alessandro whispered, stepping closer to the trembling Corsican leader. "Your coalition... is a myth. Your supply lines... are mine. If a single crate of my cargo is delayed again, I will not come back with a strike team. I will come back with an army, and I will burn this coast to ashes."
