Chapter 14
The fiery destruction of their primary cover completely broke the morale of the Ward strike team. Deprived of their armor and disoriented by the blast, they were entirely exposed.
"Push out!" Callum ordered over the comms, his voice echoing with lethal authority.
The Whitestone operators surged from the mansion, swarming the surviving mercenaries with ruthless, synchronized efficiency. The firefight was over in less than three minutes. The invaders threw their weapons into the snow, dropping to their knees and surrendering to the overwhelming dominance of the mafia boss.
Callum walked through the burning wreckage of the front gates. The orange flames cast long, dancing shadows across his angular face. He stopped in front of the surviving mercenary commander, a fair-skinned man trembling violently on his knees.
"Did Juliette Ward authorize this assault?" Callum asked, his volume incredibly low.
"Yes!" the commander choked out, his eyes wide with absolute terror. "She said you were weak! She said the estate was vulnerable because you were distracted by the staff!"
Callum’s jawline tightened. The sheer, blinding arrogance of his former fiancée was staggering. She had attempted to burn his home to the ground because her ego could not accept rejection.
"Will you deliver a message to Juliette's father for me?" Callum asked, slowly raising his weapon.
"Yes! Anything!"
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"Tell him," Callum murmured, "that I am coming for his empire."
He didn't wait for a response. Callum executed the commander flawlessly, ending the immediate threat and officially declaring a total, uncompromising war against the Ward syndicate.
