My Corrupt Uncle Forced Me to Work off Fake Mob Debts in a Backroom Clinic — Until My Sleeves Rolled Up and Revealed My Late Father's Elite Trident Tattoo
Just as the full weight of Victor’s treason crashed down on me, I heard a car engine sputter to life in the alley behind the clinic. Victor. He was making a run for it.
He must have assumed the power cut and the locked doors were enough to keep me from getting to his safe. Now, with Nico breathing down his neck and Fanucci likely gone to ground, he was cutting his losses.
I heard the sound of a heavy garage door slowly rolling up. Then, the distinct roar of his custom-built sedan. It was his prized possession, the one he never let anyone else touch.
But a moment later, the roar choked into a series of frantic, sputtering coughs. The engine died.
“Damn it!” I heard Victor’s enraged scream. “What the hell is going on?”
A new sound reached my ears: the clank of heavy metal. Bruno.
He had disabled the ignition wiring on Victor’s getaway car, buying precious seconds. Then, I heard the heavy chain of the main alley gate rattling, followed by the metallic rasp of a padlock snapping shut.
Victor’s sedan was trapped. He was trapped.
I moved to the office window, peering out into the darkened alley. Victor was kicking his tires, yelling into his phone, his face a mask of fury and desperation. He tried the passenger door, then the trunk, then the driver’s again. Nothing. The car was dead.
He looked around wildly, his eyes darting to the locked gates, the darkened windows. He was alone. His crew, the ones who usually followed him blindly, were nowhere to be seen. Bruno had made sure of it.
Victor pounded on the steering wheel, a raw, frustrated roar tearing from his throat. He stormed back toward the clinic’s rear entrance, pulling at the handle. Locked. He pounded again, then tried the back office door. It too was locked, sealed tight.
The clinic was silent now, a dark, hulking structure. Victor was inside, alone, with his cash bags, with nowhere left to run.
He was trapped, just as he had tried to trap me.
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