Chapter 12 - The Final Confrontation
Vance’s mercenaries were systematically neutralized one by one, driven back down the grand staircase by relentless, disciplined fire. But Viktor Vance himself had slipped past the main defensive line, making his way toward the private residential wing where the panic room was located.
On the security monitor, Megan watched with bated breath as Vance stepped into the upper hallway, pistol raised, kicking open doors one by one.
Suddenly, Alexander stepped out from the shadows at the end of the corridor, blocking Vance’s path entirely.
"End of the line, Viktor," Alexander’s voice echoed clearly through the intercom system.
Vance spun around, leveling his weapon. "You built an empire on sand, Pellagrini! You think a woman and a child make you strong? They are your fatal flaw!"
"They are my strength," Alexander replied coldly.
Before Vance could squeeze the trigger, Alexander moved with terrifying speed. A single, perfectly placed shot from his sidearm shattered Vance’s wrist, sending his weapon clattering across the hardwood floor. A second later, Alexander closed the distance, sweeping Vance’s legs out from under him and pinning him to the floor with the cold steel barrel of his gun pressed against his temple.
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"It's over," Alexander murmured.
From the panic room monitor, Megan let out a long, shuddering breath of pure relief as the remaining mercenaries surrendered to Vincenzo and his enforcers in the lower hall. The nightmare that had haunted their margins was finally, permanently erased.
