Chapter 21 - The Final Confrontation
The abandoned railway yards were a maze of rusted steel boxcars, overgrown weeds, and deep shadows cast by the industrial cranes looming against the stormy sky. Lightning flashed overhead, followed closely by the booming roar of distant thunder.
Vincent stepped out of the shadows of a rusted freight car, his trench coat billowing slightly in the cold wind. Viktor stood twenty paces away, flanked by two armed guards, a sinister smile twisting his weathered face.
"You actually came," Viktor mocked, shaking his head. "To throw away an entire empire for a bartender."
"She isn't a distraction, Viktor. She's everything you lost a lifetime ago," Vincent replied coldly.
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Without another word, Viktor’s guards drew their weapons. But before their fingers could graze the triggers, the shadows around the rail yard erupted. Paulie and half a dozen elite loyalists emerged from the darkness, disarming Viktor's men in a swift, merciless flurry of motion.
Viktor’s face drained of color as he realized he had been outmaneuvered. He lunged forward with a hidden blade, but Vincent moved with terrifying speed, sidestepping the clumsy strike and delivering a crushing blow that sent the aging syndicate boss crashing hard onto the gravel.
