Chapter 7 - The Trap Springs
Aldo’s eyes darted frantically toward his two enforcers. "Kill him! What are you waiting for?!"
The two armed guards lunged forward, reaching beneath their coats to draw their weapons. But before their fingers could wrap around the grips, a sharp, deafening blast echoed through the corridor.
Bang!
The bullet didn't hit the guards—it struck the crystal wall sconce directly above them, showering the hallway in a blinding rain of shattered glass and white-hot sparks. At the exact same second, doors down the hallway flew open, and four heavily armed loyal guards—men who had served Dario in the old days before Aldo's infiltration—stepped out of the shadows, their assault rifles locked squarely on Aldo's men.
"Drop your iron," Dario’s head of security, a scarred veteran named Rocco, snarled, stepping forward.
The two enforcers looked at the barrels pointed at their heads, then at Aldo, and slowly let their weapons clatter to the marble floor, raising their hands in surrender.
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Aldo’s face turned an ugly shade of gray. He swallowed hard, his hands trembling as he tried to maintain a shred of bravado. "Dario—think about this! Without me, the docks will collapse! The harbor council will tear your empire apart within twenty-four hours! You need me!"
"I don't need a snake in my house," Dario replied coldly, stepping closer until the barrel of his gun pressed directly against Aldo’s breastbone. "And as for the harbor council... they're already waiting downstairs."
