Chapter 5 - The Ledger of Blood
Donovan raised his hands, terrified. "Elias! Wait! Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you! I have money offshore. I can make you a billionaire!"
Elias pulled up a wooden chair and sat down, resting the pistol on his knee. "I don't want your money, Donny. The feds will seize that by tomorrow morning anyway. I want your confession."
"I... I already lost everything! You ruined me on live television!"
"That was just for the SEC," Elias said, his voice terrifyingly calm. "Ten years ago, you didn't just frame me for fraud. You paid a Panamanian guard to have me stabbed in the showers. You wanted me dead so I couldn't testify."
Elias unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a massive, jagged scar traversing his stomach.
Donovan felt the bile rise in his throat.
"I survived," Elias continued. "And I spent a decade tracking every dirty dime you ever moved. I know about the Russian cartel, Donovan. I know about Volkov. I want you to write a full confession, detailing every laundering operation you ran for the syndicate, and sign it."
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"If I do that, Volkov will skin me alive!" Donovan choked. "I’ll be a dead man in any prison they send me to!"
"That's the point," Elias smiled coldly. "You have one hour to write it. Or I put a bullet in your kneecap and leave you here for Volkov's men to find."
