Chapter 6
Richard collapsed onto his knees amidst the scattered cash, looking up at Mateo like a condemned prisoner.
"Please, Mateo... spare my family," Richard begged, his voice trembling before his son and the entire dealership staff.
"We will sell our properties, we will give up the company... just don't send us to prison!"
Mateo pulled an encrypted tablet from his leather shoulder bag, opening a folder stamped with the seal of the Department of Justice.
"It's too late for deals, Richard," Mateo said, turning the screen so both men could see the files.
"I didn't just buy your debt; I uncovered forty-two illegal offshore accounts in the Cayman Islands used for laundering cartel money."
Chad’s eyes darted toward the entrance glass, his instincts telling him to sprint for his sports car parked outside.
"Don't bother running, Chad," Mateo warned softly, without even looking up from his tablet.
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"The Harris County Sheriff's Department and federal marshals just sealed every exit out of this square block."
Outside the high-end glass windows, the wail of approaching sirens echoed across the Houston skyline.
