Chapter 8 - The True Mastermind
Lauren collapsed backward onto the expensive Persian rug.
She choked on her own blood, her eyes wide with shock and agony.
She died before Vincent could even shout for a doctor.
The bedroom door was violently kicked open, splintering the wood.
Marco rushed into the suite with his heavy service pistol drawn.
He looked at Lauren's lifeless body and then out the shattered window.
Marco claimed a sniper from a rival Chicago family had just tried to assassinate Vincent.
Vincent remained perfectly still in his wheelchair.
He looked at the angle of the shattered glass on the floor.
His analytical mind instantly realized the bullet trajectory was entirely wrong.
The shot had come from the adjacent balcony, not the street below.
Vincent looked at Marco and stated calmly that there was no sniper outside.
Marco slowly lowered his weapon.
A cruel, predatory smile spread across the security chief's face.
Marco admitted that he shot Lauren because she was a weak link who talked far too much.
He stepped over Lauren's body and raised his gun again.
Marco aimed the barrel directly at Vincent's forehead.
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He cocked the hammer back with a metallic click.
Marco smiled and told Vincent that Dominic sent his regards.
