Chapter 46
The sheer, overwhelming dominance Alessandro projected completely broke the remaining European bosses. They were not dealing with a rational businessman; they were dealing with a monster who executed men without a flicker of emotion.
"We surrender the routes," the Corsican leader choked out, his face pale and slick with panicked sweat. "The shipments will resume immediately. You have our word."
"Your word is worthless," Alessandro replied coldly. "You will transfer thirty percent of your maritime profits to my holding accounts as a penalty. Every month. If a payment is late, you die."
The Corsican nodded frantically, completely submitting to the brutal extortion.
"Sanitize the room," Alessandro ordered his men, turning his back on the terrified leaders. "We leave tonight."
The extraction was as flawless as the infiltration. By the time the local authorities were alerted to the gunfire, the Rizzano strike team had vanished entirely, leaving behind a dead Russian boss and a terrified, subjugated coalition.
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Alessandro sat in the private jet as they flew back across the Atlantic. The cinematic, bright morning light broke over the horizon, illuminating his handsome, exhausted face. He had secured his global empire, ensuring that the wealth and power of the Rizzano family remained absolute and uncontested.
He had stared into the abyss of international warfare and emerged victorious, reminding the world that his throne was utterly unshakeable.
