Chapter 14 - Marcus Tries a Desperate Hostile Syndicate Takeover
In the sudden chaos of the blackout, Marcus lunged forward, snapping the plastic zip-ties binding his wrists against a jagged bolt.
He scrambled across the floor, tackling one of the guards and snatching his assault rifle before anyone could react.
“Stay back, Moretti! This estate belongs to me now!” Marcus roared, holding the rifle barrel aimed at Adrian’s head.
Adrian didn't flinch in his wheelchair; he stared at Marcus with the calm detachment of a man who had already died once.
“You can’t run an empire from a prison cell, Marcus, and you certainly can’t outrun my loyal captains,” Adrian stated flatly.
Suddenly, the secret side door of the vault burst open, flooding the room with the beam of tactical flashlights.
Five veteran syndicate captains, alerted by the gunfire, poured into the basement with weapons drawn and ready.
Marcus spun around, aiming his rifle at the new arrivals, but he hesitated for a fatal split second too long.
A single gunshot cracked through the damp air of the vault, echoing loudly against the concrete walls.
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Marcus dropped his weapon, clutching his shoulder as he stumbled backward against the massive steel safe door.
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