Chapter 39
Victor looked up, his fair skin draining of all color. He scrambled backward, dropping the empty gun. "Nathaniel! It was a business transaction! I was exiled with nothing! I just wanted what was rightfully mine!"
"Is threatening my child... considered a legitimate business transaction?" Nathaniel inquired smoothly, lowering his rifle.
"I wouldn't have hurt her!" Victor shrieked, holding his hands up defensively. "I just needed the ransom! Please, we are blood! You can't execute your own family!"
Nathaniel looked at the trembling traitor. He felt absolutely no mercy. The man had willingly orchestrated a plot to terrorize a ten-year-old girl in broad daylight.
"Does blood excuse high treason?" Nathaniel asked quietly. "My family is waiting for me at home. You are merely an infection."
He didn't wait for an answer. Nathaniel drew a sleek, suppressed pistol from his tactical vest and fired a single, flawless shot. The bullet struck Victor perfectly in the chest, ending the traitor's life instantly. Nathaniel holstered the weapon, his focus instantly shifting.
"Is the warehouse secure, Silas?" he asked over the comms.
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"All hostiles are neutralized, Boss," Silas reported. "The perimeter is ours."
"Burn the building to the ground," Nathaniel commanded, his voice returning to a low, lethal hum as he turned to leave the bloodstained office. "Let the ashes send the final message to anyone who dares to cross the Rook syndicate." The absolute war was finally over.
