Chapter 7 - The Enforcers Track Down The Dangerous Ex-Husband
The black SUV sped through the industrial district of Chicago, taking sharp turns toward the abandoned brick warehouse on 4th Street.
Marcus Vance was pinned between two massive enforcers in the back seat, sweating profusely as panic set into his bones.
“Let me go! You can’t just snatch people off the street in broad daylight!” Marcus yelled, thrashing against the heavy grip.
“Mr. Reyes owns this city, Vance. You just happened to break his primary rule without realizing it,” the driver muttered coldly.
The vehicle slid to a halt inside the dark, cavernous warehouse, kicking up dust motes in the shafts of morning light.
They hauled Marcus out of the car, shoving him forward onto the concrete floor right beneath a suspended overhead work lamp.
Damian Reyes stepped out of the shadows at the far end of the room, wearing a tailored charcoal suit and leather gloves.
He walked slowly toward the terrified contractor, his footsteps echoing rhythmically across the empty concrete floor.
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Marcus looked up, recognizing the legendary mafia boss instantly from newspaper articles and late-night local news reports.
“Mr… Mr. Reyes! I swear I didn’t know she worked for you! It was just a domestic dispute!” Marcus stammered frantically.
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