Chapter 13 - Dante Dispatches His Strike Team To Terminate Threats
With the midnight raid neutralized, Dante decided it was time to cut the head off the snake hiding in Tribeca.
At four o’clock in the morning, a four-vehicle convoy of black SUVs rolled out of the estate gates toward Manhattan.
Inside the lead vehicle, Dante sat in total silence, polishing the silver clasp of his vintage pocket watch with steady hands.
“Vance, our scouts confirm Cameron is holed up in his loft with Detective Marcus, destroying physical paperwork,” Vance reported.
“Break the doors. Bring them both to the warehouse on 11th Avenue before dawn,” Dante commanded without looking up.
“Understood, boss. We’ll handle it with absolute efficiency,” the head enforcer replied into his encrypted radio handset.
Within twenty minutes, the heavy oak doors of Cameron’s luxury Tribeca loft splintered inward under a synchronized breaching charge.
Cameron woke up screaming as armed enforcers dragged him out of bed in his silk pajamas while Marcus was cuffed instantly.
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They were tossed into the back of an armored SUV like common criminals, stripped of every ounce of their arrogant privilege.
The empire built on lies and intimidation was collapsing into absolute ash before the morning sun could even rise.
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