Chapter 599
Chapter 599:
It smashed into Parker’s wrist with bone-shattering force. Parker screamed, dropping the gun. He collapsed to his knees, clutching his broken wrist.
Alistair walked over calmly. He kicked the gun away.
“I told you,” Alistair whispered into Parker’s ear, “this isn’t a boardroom. It’s a slaughterhouse p>
Parker Hayes was dragged away by Felix, weeping and clutching his ruined hand. The board members—terrified and richer—fled the room like rats.
Skye stood by the broken window, shaking slightly. The bullet had missed her by inches.
Alistair was at her side instantly. “Are you hit p>
“No,” Skye said, checking her arms. “Just wet p>
She looked at him. “A vasectomy p>
Alistair shrugged. “I didn’t want anyone trapping me. It seemed prudent at the time.” He paused. “It’s reversible. If… if that’s something we ever want p>
Skye laughed, a release of tension. “Let’s survive the week first p>
“Parker is done,” Alistair said. “Victoria’s claim is garbage. Lucian is the only one left p>
“Where is he?” Skye asked. “He wasn’t here p>
“He’s at the docks,” Felix’s voice came over the intercom. “We just intercepted a transmission. He’s trying to board a cargo ship. He’s cutting his losses p>
“Let’s finish this,” Alistair said.
They drove to the docks. The sun was setting, casting long, bloody shadows across the shipping containers.
They found Lucian at the end of Pier 4. He was limping toward a rusted trawler, carrying a single briefcase. Victoria was with him, looking shell-shocked.
“Going somewhere?” Alistair called out.
Lucian turned. He saw Alistair, Skye, and a dozen Shadow Guards.
Rесо𝘮𝗆𝖾n𝖽 bе.c𝗈𝘮 𝗍𝗈 𝗒оu𝗋 𝗳𝘳іe𝗇ds
He dropped the briefcase. He didn’t reach for a weapon. He just laughed—a dry, rasping sound.
“You think you’ve won,” Lucian said. “You took my money. You took my city. You took my hand p>
“And now I’m taking your freedom,” Alistair said. “General Kael has revoked your asylum status. And since Port Valor has no extradition treaty, I made other arrangements. There is a US Navy cutter waiting just outside the three-mile territorial limit. My men are going to put you on a boat and deliver you directly to the US Marshals waiting on that ship p>
Lucian looked at Skye. “You’re clever, Skye. But you’re looking at the wrong map p>
“What does that mean?” Skye asked.
“Parker wasn’t working for me,” Lucian said, smiling. “And I wasn’t working for myself. We were… contractors p>
“For whom?” Alistair demanded.
“The Syndicate,” Lucian said. “The ones who actually run the world. You think the Contract between the four families was the whole story? It was just a chapter.” He stepped back toward the edge of the pier. “They’re coming for you, Alistair. They don’t like it when people break their toys p>
“Don’t move!” Felix shouted, raising his weapon.