Chapter 7 - BLOOD ON THE MAHOGANY
Before Marcus could even turn his head, the shipping containers around them groaned. The metal doors of all three 'empty' trucks violently kicked open. Floodlights, blinding and intense, snapped on from the rooftops of the surrounding warehouses, pinning Marcus and his men in pools of stark white light.
Tony Mancini and fifty of Dominic’s most lethal, loyal enforcers stepped out from the shadows, heavy automatic weapons leveled precisely at Marcus's strike team.
"Drop 'em!" Tony roared over a megaphone. "Anyone who twitches gets turned into dog food!"
Panic rippled through Marcus’s men. They were outgunned, outmaneuvered, and completely surrounded. One by one, the clatter of dropping weapons echoed across the pier as the hired guns realized they had been marched into an execution chamber.
Marcus stood frozen, his gun still raised but shaking. "How..." he stammered, his bravado entirely stripped away.
"You thought a piece of plastic under my desk would be my undoing?" Dominic walked slowly toward Marcus, the blinding lights casting long, terrifying shadows behind him. "I knew about the bug before the sun set on the day Serena planted it. I fed you this shipment. I fed you this location. You didn't outsmart me, Marcus. You just begged me to build your coffin."
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With a sudden, desperate scream, Marcus swung his weapon toward Dominic and pulled the trigger.
Dominic moved with terrifying speed. He stepped inside Marcus's guard, batting the barrel of the gun upward just as it fired, sending a spray of bullets into the night sky. In the same fluid motion, Dominic drove his knee into Marcus’s stomach, dropping the traitor to the concrete, gasping for air. Dominic stood over him, pulling his own silver 1911 pistol from his shoulder holster and aiming it at Marcus’s head.
