Chapter 5 - Damian Dispatches His Most Trusted Enforcers Quietly
Two unmarked black SUVs pulled away from the rear service gates of the Reyes estate within minutes of the call.
Inside the vehicles, four hardened men checked their firearms with mechanical precision, preparing for a routine extraction job.
Marcus Vance was currently sitting in a greasy diner two blocks from his construction site, nursing a cup of black coffee.
He laughed loudly at something on his phone, completely unaware that his luck had officially run out at six o’clock.
The diner door chimed softly as two broad-shouldered men in tailored black suits walked in and took the booth behind him.
“Marcus Vance?” the taller enforcer asked, leaning forward with a terrifying calmness in his dark eyes.
Marcus turned around, his smug expression faltering instantly as he looked at the cold, unyielding faces staring back at him.
“Who the hell are you? I didn’t order any corporate muscle,” Marcus stammered, dropping his coffee mug onto the table.
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“Mr. Reyes requests the pleasure of your company across town,” the enforcer said, grabbing Marcus firmly by the collar.
Before the diner cook could look up from the grill, Marcus was dragged out the side exit into a waiting SUV.
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