Chapter 20 - The Wrath of the Boss
Before Thorne could pull the trigger or process the clicking sound of the security locks engaging outside, the massive double doors of the study blew inward with a deafening crash.
Victor Russo stood in the doorway, soaked in rain from the stormy night, his bespoke suit ruined, his eyes burning with absolute, murderous fury. He hadn't waited for his enforcers to clear the perimeter; flying in by chopper the moment the home alarm tripped, Victor had torn through the estate grounds like a terrifying hurricane of vengeance.
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Thorne spun around in sheer panic, attempting to swing the gun toward Victor. It was the worst mistake of his life. With terrifying, blinding speed, Victor crossed the room before Thorne could blink, slammed his palm against the Englishman’s wrist with bone-crushing force, and sent the weapon clattering across the marble floor. Victor grabbed Thorne by the lapels of his ruined suit, hoisted him off his feet with effortless strength, and drove him hard against the reinforced glass window, cracking the bulletproof pane under the immense impact.
"You breathe the same air as my wife," Victor growled, his voice a lethal whisper that promised eternity in hell, "and for that, death will feel like a mercy." With a single, brutal shove, Victor tossed Thorne onto the floor like a broken rag doll just as the elite security team flooded the room to drag the whimpering tycoon away to a fate worse than prison.
