Part 2: The Syndicate Breach
My blood ran completely cold in the sterile trauma bay.
Aurelio Salcedo.
My girlfriend’s father, the man who controlled the southern shipping docks I had spent five years trying to acquire.
I turned slowly to face Yara, my eyes narrowing into two slits of pure, lethal ice.
She took a panicked step backward, her perfectly manicured hand flying up to cover her mouth.
"Cormack, I swear I didn't know anything about this," she stammered, her voice cracking against the tiled walls.
"Your father didn't just target my former bartender, Yara," I said, my voice dropping into a flat, clinical whisper.
"He targeted the only legitimate heir to the Hale syndicate."
Royce stepped into the bay, his face fixed in a grim mask as he held his vibrating phone out toward me.
"Boss, the terminal downtown just suffered a total network bypass," Royce reported quietly.
"Our private docks in the northern quarter have been locked down by a secondary compliance injunction."
Aurelio had used my presence at the hospital to execute a complete corporate ambush against my perimeter defenses.
He had poisoned the woman I loved to draw me away from the master registry keys in my downtown study.
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"Get the car ready, Royce," I ordered, my knuckles turning white against the gurney rail.
"And call Marcus Bell."
