Chapter 7 - Gunshots Echo Through The Grand Entrance Foyer
Upstairs in the eastern wing, Dominic kicked open the door to Grace’s bedroom with the force of a battering ram.
The room was completely empty, the bed neatly made, and the moonlight casting pale shadows across the pastel walls.
Another burst of automatic gunfire rattled the windows from the courtyard below, shaking the antique glass panes violently.
Dominic rushed to the window, peering down through the cracked glass into the sprawling cobblestone motor court.
Two black SUVs idling below were exchanging heavy fire with a third vehicle blocking the main security iron gates.
The betrayal was complete—Vincent wasn't just sending hit squads inside; he was staging a full corporate coup d'état.
Dominic raised the assault rifle he had taken from the enforcer, lining up the sights on the closest SUV tire.
He squeezed the trigger, sending a three-round burst smashing through the rubber and spinning the vehicle into a pillar.
Flames erupted from the engine block, illuminating the courtyard in a harsh, flickering orange and yellow glare.
“You want my empire, Vincent? Come and take it,” Dominic muttered fiercely into the smoky night air.
His phone buzzed in his pocket against all odds, displaying a direct video call request from an encrypted number.
Dominic swiped the screen open with his thumb, pressing the device against his ear while keeping his weapon aimed.
“I hope you’re enjoying the hospitality, Dominic,” Vincent’s smooth, arrogant voice echoed through the speaker.
“Where are you, Vincent?” Dominic demanded, his voice dropping into a chilling, murderous register.
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“Watching your legacy burn to ash from across the lake,” Vincent laughed coldly. “And soon, your daughter will join Sofia.”
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