Chapter 8: The Price of Blood
Chapter 8: The Price of Blood
Inside the Metropolitan Detention Center, Nathan met with his lawyer. The man was a proxy, a cutout for the syndicate that had helped Nathan build his empire. Slipping a micro-SD card across the stainless steel table, Nathan activated the funds.
The mandate was simple: Kill Elias Vale. Bring my wife to me. Burn the evidence.
I didn't know the hit had been ordered until the bullets started flying.
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I was returning from a physical therapy appointment, riding in the back of my father's armored SUV. The rain was coming down in sheets, slicking the neon-lit streets of downtown. Suddenly, a reinforced garbage truck ran a red light, T-boning our escort vehicle and crushing it against a concrete barrier.
"Down!" my driver yelled, just as automatic weapons fire erupted from the shadows of the alleyway.
