Chapter 10 - The False Victory
The blinding spotlight completely illuminated their small, vulnerable speed boat in the freezing rain.
Heavy caliber machine gun fire immediately ripped through the water just inches away from their fiberglass hull.
Vincent ignored his shattered leg and desperately dragged himself toward a hidden compartment under the rear bench seat.
He pulled out a heavy, loaded military rocket launcher that he had stashed there for this exact doomsday scenario.
He hoisted the massive weapon onto his bleeding shoulder and aimed it directly into the center of the blinding light.
Vincent pulled the trigger, sending a devastating, fiery projectile screaming across the dark, stormy water.
The rocket struck the Falcone gunboat perfectly in its fuel reserves, completely obliterating the vessel in a massive, spectacular fireball.
The burning debris rained down harmlessly into the ocean as Clara slammed the throttle forward and steered them out into the open sea.
They sped through the treacherous waves for hours until they finally reached an untraceable, secure safe house hidden across the northern border.
Vincent sat on a plush sofa, allowing a private underground doctor to properly stitch and bandage his severe wounds.
He watched from the doorway as Clara gently tucked a completely exhausted, sleeping Matteo into a warm, comfortable bed.
Vincent finally felt a profound, overwhelming sense of absolute victory after surviving the worst night of his entire life.
He had destroyed the traitors, protected his son, and found a woman he could finally trust with his empire.
Clara quietly closed the bedroom door and walked into the adjacent bathroom to wash the soot from her hands.
She stared at her reflection in the mirror, slowly peeling a set of highly advanced, synthetic fake fingerprints off her own hands.
She reached into her pocket, pulled out an encrypted satellite phone, and dialed a highly secure international number.
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The voice on the other end answered immediately, asking for a status report on the Rossi family.
Clara smiled a cold, terrifying smile and whispered that Vincent trusted her completely now, and the assassination of the boy would proceed tomorrow at noon as planned.
