She Begged, Just Kill Me Fast—The Mafia Boss Found Her Bruised and Unleashed His Revenge

Gunfire echoed violently through the third-floor atrium!

Marble pillars shattered under a hail of bullets, showering the corridor with dust and sharp stone fragments. Caldwell’s guards fell one by one, caught completely off guard by the ambush from the elevator shaft.

Dominic grabbed Elena by her waist, pulling her behind a massive granite column as bullets whizzed through the air above them.

"Marco! Cover the east exit!" Dominic yelled, pulling two pistols from his jacket and firing four rapid shots down the hallway, dropping two more of Caldwell's men.

Caldwell, realizing his security detail was being slaughtered, turned and ran down the emergency stairwell at the end of the hall, his silver cane clattering against the floor as he abandoned it.

"He's running!" Elena shouted, pointing toward the stairwell.

"Not for long," Dominic said, his gray eyes burning with lethal determination. He looked down at Elena, holding her face in his hands. "Stay with Marco. Do not leave this floor until I come back."

"Dominic, wait!" Elena grabbed his collar, pulling him down into a hard, desperate kiss. "Don't let him walk out of this building alive."

Dominic smiled—a dark, breathtaking smile. "He won't."

Dominic sprinted down the hall, kicking open the heavy emergency doors, and charged down the concrete stairs after Caldwell.

Elena watched him go, her heart pounding frantically against her ribs.

"Miss Vance!" Marco called out, running up to her with his rifle raised. "The floor is clear! We need to move you to the transport vehicle!"

"No," Elena said, her eyes fixed on the stairwell door. "We upload the files first."

Elena ran into Judge Harrison’s vacant chamber office near the atrium. She sat down at the main terminal, inserted the three black drives into the USB ports, and opened the encrypted transmission program she had spent two years designing.

"What are you doing?" Marco asked, guarding the door.

"Sending Caldwell’s black ledgers to every federal prosecutor, news outlet, and law enforcement agency in North America," Elena said, her fingers flying across the keyboard with blinding speed.

ENCRYPTION OVERRIDDEN. UPLOADING FILES... 25%... 50%... 75%...

"Come on..." Elena whispered, staring at the screen.

UPLOAD COMPLETE. TRANSMISSION BROADCAST TO 142 RECEIVERS.

A high-pitched siren suddenly began blaring throughout the entire courthouse building—not a fire alarm, but a federal security lockdown protocol triggered by the mass data transmission.

"It's done," Elena said, standing up, tears of triumph streaming down her cheeks. "He's finished. His entire empire just went public."

Meanwhile, six floors down in the rain-drenched basement parking garage, Vincent Caldwell stumbled out of the stairwell, gasping for breath, reaching for the handle of his dark armored sedan.

CLICK.

The sound of a heavy pistol slide racking back made Caldwell freeze in his tracks.

Caldwell turned around slowly, raising his hands.

Dominic Ashford stepped out from behind a concrete pillar, his dark suit damp with rain, his heavy pistol aimed directly at the center of Caldwell’s forehead.

"It's over, Vincent," Dominic said softly, his voice echoing in the damp, quiet garage.

Caldwell sneered, his pale eyes filled with desperate rage. "You think you win, Ashford? You think that girl will stay with you? She’s a virus! She destroys everything she touches!"

"She destroyed you," Dominic corrected coldly. "She saved me."

"If you shoot me, the Syndicate will collapse into chaos!" Caldwell warned, taking a timid step back. "The peace will be shattered!"

"Good," Dominic said, his dark eyes fixed on Caldwell with absolute, unyielding judgment. "I was getting bored with peace."

BOOM!

A single gunshots echoed through the basement garage.

Vincent Caldwell’s eyes went wide. He stumbled backward, collapsing against the hood of his black sedan before sliding down onto the concrete floor, motionless.