The Cup That Was Never Meant to Be Drunk Nobody warned a man carrying a gun that his best friend was trying to kill him.

The underground vault beneath the estate was less of a prison cell and more of a high-tech command center. Rows of glowing monitors displayed satellite feeds, financial registries, and encrypted communication channels across the city.

Tommy was strapped to a heavy steel chair in the center of the room, his bleeding wrist crudely bandaged, groaning as consciousness slowly dragged him back to reality.

Dom sat behind a metal interrogation table, sipping a glass of black coffee.

Nema stood just behind Dom’s right shoulder, her arms crossed, watching the man who had tried to kill her new boss.

"Wake up, Tommy," Dom said quietly, setting his coffee mug down on the table with a sharp clack.

Tommy blinked sluggishly, his eyes focusing on Dom. Fear flickered across his bruised face. "Dom... man... I was set up. Vance's people, they threatened my family—"

"Don't insult my intelligence, Tommy," Dom interrupted, his voice cutting through the room like a scalpel. "You didn't have a family to threaten. You had a gambling debt in Macau, and Vance bought your paper for two million dollars. A bargain-basement price for a traitor."

Tommy slumped forward, the last pretense of innocence shattering completely. "He was going to give me the western shipping corridor, Dom. I built half your logistics network from the ground up. I deserved a bigger cut!"

"You deserved loyalty," Dom said coldly. "Instead, you chose a corporate vulture who sees you as nothing more than a disposable tool."

Dom slid a secure laptop across the table toward Tommy, opening the screen. It displayed a live feed of Arthur Vance’s primary corporate holding account—the very account funding Tommy’s betrayal.

"What is that?" Tommy muttered suspiciously.

"That is the final transaction between Vance & Associates and your offshore accounts," Dom explained smoothly. "Which I have just redirected into a federal grand jury investigation file, complete with your signed confessions and audio logs."

Tommy went completely white. "You can't do that! Vance will kill me!"

"Vance won't have the chance," Dom stood up, towering over the chained man. "Because as of five minutes ago, my legal team filed a RICO indictment against Arthur Vance for corporate espionage, attempted murder, and illegal market manipulation. By sunrise, federal marshals will be kicking down his penthouse doors."

Dom turned around, motioning for Vincent. "Take him to the border safehouse. Hand him over to the feds as a cooperating witness. If he opens his mouth about anything outside of Vance’s operations, make sure he regrets it."