Chapter 9 - Dominic Rainer Plans A Vicious Counter-Strike In Charlotte
Inside a heavily guarded warehouse on the industrial outskirts of Charlotte, Dominic paced back and forth across the concrete floor.
His top enforcer, a scarred veteran named Miller, watched him closely while cleaning a suppressed automatic weapon.
“Whitmore thinks he can dismantle my logistics network with a few federal warrants and corporate audits,” Dominic growled angrily.
“What’s your play, boss? Do we hit his shipping hubs or target his private residences tonight?” Miller asked flatly.
“We hit his supply chain where it hurts most, and we make sure the federal investigators find evidence pointing back to him,” Dominic smiled.
“Framing a billionaire for his own corporate sabotage takes time and clean execution,” Miller warned, adjusting his tactical vest.
“We don't have time; Whitmore’s legal team is already moving to freeze our offshore accounts by morning,” Dominic countered sharply.
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Victoria sat shivering on a metal folding chair in the corner of the warehouse, ignored and realizing she was completely trapped.
She had traded a billionaire who valued loyalty for a criminal who viewed human beings as disposable ammunition.
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