Chapter 36
The corrupt politician nodded frantically, tears streaming down his fair, rosy cheeks. He had attempted to extort the most dangerous Mafia Boss in the country and had been utterly annihilated without a single shot being fired. Vincent didn't offer a dramatic speech or physical violence. The psychological destruction was complete and permanent. Vincent turned his back on the weeping Senator and walked out of the VIP lounge. He navigated the silent, terrified ballroom, his polished leather shoes echoing against the marble. His elite operators fell into step behind him as they exited the hotel. The crisp night air felt refreshing against his sharp jawline. He climbed into the back of his armored SUV, his mind operating with flawless, tactical precision. The final remnant of the old war had been permanently erased. "The federal holds on our shipping containers are already being lifted, Boss," Silas reported from the front seat, checking a secure tablet. "The Senator is drafting his resignation letter." "Excellent," Vincent murmured softly. "The syndicate is completely legitimate now. No one can touch our assets." He leaned back against the plush leather, eager to return to the only thing that truly mattered.
