Chapter 17 - The Miami Summit
The Miami heat was suffocating as they pulled up to a sprawling, whitewashed mansion on Star Island.
Armed Cartel guards lined the manicured lawns, their assault rifles held at the ready.
Victor adjusted his tailored suit, concealing a pair of ceramic knives that would pass through metal detectors.
He offered his arm to Harper, who looked stunning and dangerous in a sleek black dress.
She carried a specialized tablet disguised as a high-end clutch purse.
They walked through the grand double doors, flanked by Arthur and two heavily armed bodyguards.
Mateo sat at the head of a massive mahogany table, sipping rum from a crystal glass.
He wore a white linen suit, a stark contrast to the massive burn scar covering the left side of his face.
"Ah, my brother returns," Mateo mocked, spreading his arms wide in a fake gesture of welcome.
Victor ignored the theatrics, tossing a stack of encrypted hard drives onto the table.
"The access codes to the eastern seaboard," Victor stated flatly.
"Now hand over Marcus's markers."
Mateo snapped his fingers, and a guard slid a manila folder across the polished wood.
"The debt is forgiven," Mateo smiled, though his eyes remained deadly cold.
"But I must admit, Victor, I don't plan on letting you walk out of here alive."
Dozens of laser sights suddenly appeared in the room, painting red dots across Victor and Arthur's chests.
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"I knew you were predictable, Mateo," Victor said, completely unfazed.
Harper casually placed her clutch on the table and tapped the fingerprint scanner.
