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The heavy mahogany doors of The Gilded Vulture trembled under the weight of the silence that followed. Dominic’s knuckles turned white where his hands still gripped the empty wheelchair handles. His breath hitched in his throat, trapped behind a wall of sheer disbelief. The man he had spent the last five years wheeling around like a broken doll—the frail, paralyzed uncle he had quietly poisoned with micro-doses of digitalis every Tuesday night—was standing. Not just standing, but towering. / Chapter 6 / 18

Chapter 6 - The Trap Sprung

Rocco sprinted toward the control panel, bullets whining past his ears and chewing up the metal housing just inches from his hands. Maeve laid down a suppressive wall of fire, forcing the advancing mercenaries to duck behind cover.

"Cover me!" Rocco shouted over the deafening roar of gunfire.

Maeve didn't hesitate. She emptied half a magazine into the upper catwalks, dropping a sniper who had been lining up a shot on Rocco’s back.

Rocco slammed his palm down onto the emergency master override switch and twisted a heavy brass valve.

A high-pitched mechanical shriek filled the warehouse. Overhead, massive overhead cranes—designed to lift forty-ton shipping containers—sprang to life with a violent shudder. The heavy steel chains rattled violently as Rocco programmed a kinetic sweep across the entire central floor.

"Hold on!" Rocco yelled.

With a deafening crash, a massive forty-foot shipping container swung through the air like a giant steel pendulum, sweeping through the center aisle and bowling over the advancing mercenaries like tenpins. Shouts of panic and groans of impact echoed through the cavernous space.

Dominic stumbled out from behind a stack of pallets near the entrance, his clothes torn, his face smeared with soot and blood. He held a pistol with a shaking hand, his eyes wild with psychotic rage.

"You can't win!" Dominic screamed, leveling the gun directly at Rocco, who stepped out from the shadows of the crane controls. "I own the board! I own the council! You're just a relic of a dead era!"

"You own nothing, Dominic," Rocco said, walking slowly toward his nephew. Bullets from Dominic's shaking hand chipped the concrete at Rocco's feet, but the older man didn't stop. "You were just keeping the seat warm until the rightful heir arrived."

Dominic pulled the trigger again, but the slide locked back with a sharp click. Empty.

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The crack of her hand against my cheek echoed off the Italian marble, sharp and bright, silencing the chamber music and the murmurs of sixty terrified aristocrats. Vanessa Whitmore’s diamond rings flashed under the crystal chandelier as she pulled her arm back for a second swing, her lips curling into a triumphant sneer.

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Rocco closed the distance in a fraction of a second. With a single, devastating blow, he struck Dominic across the face with the butt of his Glock, sending his nephew crashing unconscious to the concrete floor.

The warehouse fell silent, save for the hum of the overhead cranes and the distant wail of approaching sirens.

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