Chapter 6 - The Fall of Marcus Kane
Marcus’s face turned pale under the harsh searchlights. The mercenaries lowered their weapons, realizing they were completely surrounded and outgunned.
"Drop the briefcase, Marcus," Dominic said, stepping closer. "It’s over."
Desperate, Marcus pulled a small detonator from his coat pocket. "If I go down, I blow the main foundation of the house! I rigged the underground vaults!"
Dominic didn't flinch. He walked steadily toward Marcus. "You’re lying. The vault was built out of reinforced concrete in 1919. You didn't have access to the structural charges without my secondary keys."
Marcus stared at Dominic, his thumb hovering over the button. His hand shook uncontrollably with rage and realization. The power he thought he held had evaporated in an instant.
"You took everything from my family..." Marcus whispered.
"No," Dominic said quietly. "Your father lost his share in a gamble, and my father bought him out legally. I found the original bank receipts in your suite ten minutes ago, signed by your own father. Thomas didn't ruin your family, Marcus. Your father did. And you destroyed your own life chasing a lie."
Marcus looked down at the briefcase, then at the detonator. The despair in his eyes was absolute.
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Slowly, his fingers loosened. The detonator tumbled into the mud, followed by the heavy briefcase.
Two state troopers rushed forward, forcing Marcus to his knees and securing his wrists in heavy steel handcuffs. As they dragged him away toward a waiting police cruiser, Marcus looked back at Dominic, but Dominic had already turned his back on him.
