Chapter 7 - THE FALLEN KING'S WRATH
The peace was temporary. Marco intercepted a coded transmission on the dark web. Arthur Mercer had put a ten-million-dollar bounty on Elena’s head and a matching one on the unborn child. Silas had survived the altercation in the Hamptons and was now mobilizing the syndicate's deadliest hit squads.
“We can’t run forever,” Marco warned, loading magazines in the armory.
“We aren’t running,” Luke said, his voice terrifyingly calm. He locked eyes with his most loyal soldier. “Upload the ledger.”
Marco paused. “The black book? Sir, that implicates half the politicians in the state. It implicates you. The feds will dismantle the entire family.”
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“Do it.”
Luke spent the next forty-eight hours orchestrating the financial and legal annihilation of his own bloodline. He leaked the Mercer syndicate’s deepest secrets to the FBI, the IRS, and Interpol. He froze their offshore accounts. He systematically stripped his father and brother of their power, money, and allies, burning his own inheritance to the ground to build a wall of federal indictments around his wife.
