Chapter 26
The corrupt prosecutor nodded frantically, tears streaming down his fair, rosy cheeks. He had attempted to dismantle the most dangerous Mafia Boss in the country and had been utterly annihilated without a single shot being fired. Dorian didn't offer a dramatic speech or physical violence. The psychological destruction was complete and permanent. Dorian turned his back on the weeping federal agent and walked out of the VIP lounge. He navigated the silent, terrified restaurant, his polished leather shoes echoing against the hardwood. His elite operators fell into step behind him as they exited into the crisp night air. "The federal holds on our shipping containers are already being lifted, Boss," Marcus reported from the front seat of the armored SUV, checking a secure tablet. "Vance is drafting his resignation letter." "Excellent," Dorian murmured softly. "The syndicate remains legitimate. No one touches our assets." He leaned back against the plush leather, eager to return to the only thing that truly mattered.
