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Chapter 841:
At 3:00 AM, the convoy slipped silently into the underground parking garage of a heavily fortified luxury high-rise on the Upper East Side.
Cole’s assistant approached the security booth, presenting a forged federal search warrant. Before the guard could finish reading it, a mercenary drove a signal jammer into the building’s central server port, blinding the entire camera network in an instant.
Twelve contractors moved like ghosts — bypassing the lobby, taking freight elevators and fire stairs, sealing off the penthouse floor from every direction.
Cole rode the express elevator up with the hitman dragged between two guards.
The doors opened onto a silent hallway. Two specialists stepped to the massive mahogany door of Alycia’s penthouse and ignited a military-grade thermal cutting torch. In under ten seconds, the locking mechanism melted into slag.
Cole raised his boot and drove it into the center of the door.
The heavy wood blew inward and hit the wall with a crack that tore through the silence of the building.
Inside, Alycia Beasley was pacing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in a silk nightgown, a crystal champagne flute in her hand, waiting anxiously for dark web confirmation of June’s death.
The breach made her shriek. The flute slipped from her fingers and shattered across the imported marble.
Before she could draw another breath, fifteen infrared laser dots settled across her body — her forehead, her throat, her chest. Armed men flooded every exit and window.
𝗟a𝗍es𝘵 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝘱𝘁e𝘳𝘴 𝗈n
Alycia stumbled backward until her spine met the cold glass of the window. She stared at the man walking slowly into the center of her living room.
Cole looked like the end of something.
Alycia’s body began to shake. She forced tears into her eyes, falling back on the only routine she had ever known. “Cole!” she cried, her voice trembling. “Cole, thank God — they broke in p>
Cole walked past her and sat down on the center sofa. He crossed his legs. He looked at her the way one looks at something already beneath notice.
He raised two fingers.
The guards dragged the hitman forward and threw him face-first onto the floor at Alycia’s feet.
She looked down. The moment she recognized the scarred face of the man she had hired through the dark web, her pupils dilated. A strangled sound tore from her throat.
Her knees gave out. She collapsed onto the floor, landing directly on the sharp fragments of her broken champagne glass. The shards cut into her bare knees and drew blood, but she was too paralyzed to feel it.
Cole reached into his pocket, pulled out the crumpled financial trace report, and threw it hard at her face. The paper struck her on the bridge of the nose and fell to the floor.
“Did you honestly think routing Bitcoin through the Caymans made you invisible?” he asked. His tone carried nothing but cold, absolute contempt.
Alycia crawled forward on her bleeding knees and reached for his ankle. “Cole, please! I was jealous — I love you so much it made me crazy! I didn’t mean it p>