Chapter 21 - A Sinister Message Waiting on the Private Encrypted Phone
Just as Sadie reached for the glass door handle, a sharp, unfamiliar electronic chime rang out from the desk.
It wasn't the standard ringtone of their personal lines or the secure syndicate communication channels.
It was an encrypted ping coming from an overseas satellite frequency that hadn't been active in five years.
Dante stepped out of the study bathroom, his eyes narrowing instantly as he heard the distinct digital alert.
He walked over to the desk, picking up the heavy black burner phone that sat locked inside the velvet drawer.
The screen illuminated the dark room with a harsh, blinding green light, displaying a single incoming text message.
It wasn't from Trevor, and it wasn't from any rival family operating within the domestic financial district.
A high-resolution photograph appeared on the display, showing the private coastal road leading up to their estate.
Superimposed across the live feed of their front gates was a string of cold, chilling coordinates and six words:
“The trial in Boston was just a rehearsal.”
Before Dante could tap the screen to activate the perimeter lockdown protocol, the estate lights flickered and died.
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The ocean view plunged into absolute darkness as a distant helicopter rotor blade echoed softly over the cliffs:
The real war was finally knocking at their door.
