Chapter 16 - The Confrontation In The Master Study
Ten minutes later, the two intruders were bound securely to chairs in Elias Falcone’s private master study downstairs.
Elias stood behind his mahogany desk, a cold desk lamp casting harsh shadows across his scarred, unforgiving face.
“Last chance. Who ordered the hit on Adeline Vance?” Elias asked softly, resting his hand on the butt of his pistol.
The lead intruder spat blood onto the expensive Persian rug, laughing through cracked lips with defiant arrogance.
“You think you own Grayport, Falcone? Your own inner circle sold you out years ago to cover up the Vance embezzlement.”
Elias’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Name names.”
“Marcus Vance? No, your own consigliere, Vincent Moretti,” the man sneered before coughing violently.
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The name hit Elias like a physical blow, revealing a betrayal that ran deeper than he ever could have imagined.
Vincent Moretti had been his right-hand man for fifteen years, managing the syndicate's financial portfolios.
