Chapter 6 - THE ASSAULT ON THE PIERCE EMPIRE
The penthouse of the Pierce Tower was an impenetrable fortress in the sky, encased in bulletproof glass and heavily guarded by the city's most ruthless enforcers. Madeline Pierce stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, nursing a glass of bourbon, looking down at the sparkling grid of Chicago.
"They vanished," her head of security said, standing nervously behind her. "We lost the signal at the auto shop."
Madeline’s perfect face twisted in fury. She threw the crystal glass against the window, shattering it. "Victor Romano doesn't just vanish! Find him! If he lives to see the sunrise, we are all dead!"
Down on the street level, an armored black security van approached the underground parking gate of the Pierce Tower. The two guards at the booth stepped out, raising their hands to signal the van to stop.
Inside the van, Victor sat in the driver’s seat, dressed in stolen tactical gear. Nora sat beside him, loading a heavy grenade launcher. Behind them sat twelve of Victor’s most loyal, terrifying capos, men who had sworn blood oaths to the Romano family.
"Ready?" Victor asked Nora.
"Ready to watch her fall," Nora said, her voice ice-cold.
Victor didn't hit the brakes. He floored the accelerator.
The heavy van smashed through the security gate, crushing the booth and sending the guards flying. Alarms blared instantly, a shrieking siren that echoed through the concrete cavern.
Victor slammed on the brakes in the center of the garage. The back doors kicked open, and his men poured out, a synchronized wave of violence. Madeline’s security forces were caught completely off guard. A brutal, deafening firefight erupted among the luxury cars.
"To the private elevator!" Victor shouted over the gunfire, grabbing Nora’s hand.
They moved as a single, lethal unit. Victor laid down cover fire while Nora shot the electronic lock off the VIP elevator doors. They forced the doors open, stepping into the glass carriage that led directly to the penthouse.
Victor hit the button. The elevator shot upward.
"She’s going to have an army up there," Nora said, checking her magazines.
"Let her," Victor smiled, his eyes glowing with the anticipation of vengeance. "I have you."
The elevator dinged. The doors slid open to the sprawling, opulent penthouse.
A dozen men were waiting, guns raised.
Nora didn't hesitate. She fired the grenade launcher directly into the center of the room. The explosion tore through the imported Italian furniture, blowing out the floor-to-ceiling windows and sending men flying.
Victor charged through the smoke, firing with deadly precision. He moved like a demon, dispensing vengeance with every trigger pull. Nora flanked him, taking out anyone who dared to aim at Victor's back.
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In less than two minutes, the lavish penthouse was reduced to a smoking, blood-soaked ruin. The guards were dead or incapacitated.
And standing at the far end of the room, clutching a silver revolver, was Madeline Pierce.
