Chapter 6 - THE CHASE ACROSS CHICAGO
Chaos erupted in the boardroom.
Directors shouted.
Security guards rushed in, looking uncertainly between Vincent and me.
“Get out!” Vincent roared at me, his veins bulging in his neck as he lunged across the table.
Marcus stepped in front of me, drawing a concealed firearm with lightning speed.
“Don't even think about it, cousin,” Marcus warned coldly.
Vincent stopped.
His chest heaved.
He looked around the room, realizing every ally he thought he owned had abandoned him the moment his crown slipped.
Without a word, Vincent turned on his heel, grabbed his jacket, and stormed out of the boardroom.
“Follow him,” I whispered to Marcus.
“Don't let him liquidate the offshore accounts.”
“Already on it,” Marcus nodded, pressing an earpiece into his ear.
I sat back in my chair, exhaling a slow, steady breath.
The first phase was complete.
The empire that had caged me was now slipping through his fingers.
Leo—our unborn baby—couldn't be brought back.
Nothing could undo that tragic afternoon.
But justice could be served.
By late afternoon, federal marshals arrived at the Moretti estate with court-ordered asset freeze warrants.
Bank accounts locked.
Private jets grounded.
Casinos placed under federal receivership.
And Vincent?
He had vanished into the Chicago underground.
His private phone was disconnected.
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His bodyguards were scattered.
For the first time in seven years, the man who controlled everything had lost control of his own shadow.
