Chapter 23
Dante looked at Beatrice with absolute pride as Matteo’s bodyguards shifted uncomfortably behind their boss.
“You brought an accountant to a family war, Dante?” Matteo hissed, his suave demeanor cracking completely.
“I brought the smartest mind in this city, Matteo,” Dante replied, taking the invalid charter from Beatrice and tearing it in half.
“Your claim is dead. Your influence in New York is zero.”
Matteo’s eyes flashed with pure hatred as he stepped closer to Dante.
“You think you’re untouchable because you married into legitimacy?” Matteo spat.
“The syndicate still controls the shipping lanes through Newark! I can destroy your supply chains overnight!”
“Try it,” Beatrice interjected coldly, taking a sleek tablet from Marco’s hands.
“As of six o’clock this evening, Gallagher Financial acquired fifty-one percent of the Newark Port Terminal Authority.”
Matteo froze, his eyes widening in complete shock.
“If a single unauthorized crate touches those docks, I will personally impound your entire fleet,” she promised.
“You’re bluffing,” Matteo whispered, though his pale face proved he knew she wasn't.
“I don't bluff with numbers, Mr. Moretti,” Beatrice said, stepping right up to the mob boss.
“I suggest you take your private jet back to Milan before I hand these customs discrepancies to the Waterfront Commission.”
Matteo looked between Beatrice and Dante, realizing he had walked directly into a masterfully prepared trap.
He had expected a young mafia don blinded by passion; instead, he had encountered an unstoppable corporate alliance.
Without another word, Matteo turned on his heel and marched out of the penthouse, his bodyguards scurrying after him.
Dante let out a long breath, pulling Beatrice into his arms and lifting her slightly off her feet.
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“You are incredible,” Dante whispered against her neck, kissing her deeply.
“I told you,” she smiled, leaning into his embrace. “Data is the ultimate weapon.”
