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CHAPTER 31: THIAGO
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2026-10-22 03:21:17
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Devoured by the Syndicate King [18+] CHAPTER 45: THIAGO
The first light of dawn broke over the Serra Gaúcha in long, razor-thin streaks of pale gold, cutting through the dense bank of white fog that blanketed the valley below.I stood on the primary observation deck above the eastern gatehouse, a heavy ceramic mug of black coffee cooling in my hand. Down in the primary staging yard, five armored transport haulers were lining up in rigid, military formation. The low rumble of their diesel engines vibrated straight through the reinforced concrete beneath my boots—a steady, rhythmic pulse that signaled the start of our expanded winter distribution schedule.With the federal inquiry in Porto Alegre completely dismantled and the Santos network erased, our reach was expanding past the state line into Santa Catarina and Paraná. We weren't just defending a border anymore; we were dictating the flow of heavy commerce across the entire southern corridor.A familiar, soft step sounded against the iron mesh of the walkway.I didn't turn around as Ales
Devoured by the Syndicate King [18+] CHAPTER 44: SANDRO
The late afternoon light hit the high arching windows of the master study at a sharp, golden angle, cutting through the thin veil of mountain mist outside.I sat behind the heavy mahogany desk, surrounded by the quiet hum of high-stakes administration. The original ledgers from the Vacaria ridge lay open before me, their white pages covered in dark, precise ink entries. Beside them rested the newly filed agricultural clearance forms, stamped and verified by our subsidiary office in Caxias do Sul.The mid-level federal inspector in Porto Alegre had received his official documentation two hours ago. Without a single discrepancy left to track, his audit had collapsed into routine paperwork, leaving our trade lines untouched and completely clean.The iron latch on the double oak doors turned with a deliberate, heavy click.Thiago walked into the room, shedding his dark leather coat and tossing it over the high back of the armchair by the hearth. He wore a fitted black linen shirt, his bro
Devoured by the Syndicate King [18+] CHAPTER 43: THIAGO
The morning mist was thick and heavy, clinging to the high granite walls of the Serra Gaúcha estate like a cold shroud.I stood by the wide stone archway of the main courtyard, watching three heavy transport trucks idle quietly near the lower gatehouse. The rumble of their diesel engines vibrated through the damp morning air, a steady rhythm that matched the quiet precision of my estate. Dariusz stood near the lead vehicle, cross-checking the digital seals on his tablet before giving the gatekeeper the signal to raise the iron barrier.Every route from Pelotas to the border was functioning without a single hiccup. The Santos syndicate was a distant memory, Silva was falling neatly in line down south, and the regional managers were submitting their manifests early just to avoid catching my attention.A quiet step on the stone flags behind me signaled her approach.Alessandra walked out into the courtyard, wrapped in a long dark wool coat over her silk blouse and tailored trousers. Her
Devoured by the Syndicate King [18+] CHAPTER 42: SANDRO
The midnight rain had reduced to a steady, freezing drizzle that coated the high slate roofs of the Serra Gaúcha estate in a thin veneer of black ice.Inside the master suite, the fire in the wide granite hearth crackled quietly, casting long, molten-orange shadows across the cedar beams above. I stood near the edge of the hearth, wrapped in Thiago’s thick, dark wool bathrobe, watching the small amber flames leap over the pine logs. On the heavy mahogany nightstand behind me, the encrypted tablet glowed faintly with a single green indicator—the midnight shipment through the Guaíba River locks had docked without a single delay or clearance query.The entire southern trade route was operating with terrifying, beautiful efficiency. The regional directors turned in clean books, the port authorities stamped every manifest on sight, and the ghost of the Santos syndicate was nothing more than a closed file gathering dust in a state storage vault in Porto Alegre.The heavy brass latch on the
Devoured by the Syndicate King [18+] CHAPTER 41: THIAGO
The late afternoon rain had returned to the Serra Gaúcha, turning the high granite peaks into jagged shadows behind a wall of white mist. Down in the valley, the switchback roads were slick, but inside the east wing armory, the air was warm, dry, and heavy with the familiar scent of gun oil, leather, and cedar.I stood by the long workbench, wiping down the slide of a custom tactical sidearm with a light coat of oil. Across from me, Dariusz was stacking fresh ammunition crates against the reinforced wall, his heavy movements methodical and quiet."The perimeter sweeps along the Vacaria trail came back empty," Dariusz said, his deep voice carrying over the metallic click of his tools. "Silva’s security team took over the outer fence at the Pelotas yard an hour ago. They're running our shift schedule, down to the minute.""Silva knows what happens if his shift schedule slips," I growled softly, setting the steel slide back into place with a sharp, practiced snap. "He remembers Vargas."
Devoured by the Syndicate King [18+] CHAPTER 40: SANDRO
The midday sun stood high over the Serra Gaúcha, burning away the remaining banks of valley fog until the sprawling stone fortress was bathed in a clear, cold light.I stood in the secondary office of the east wing, leaning over the wide drafting table where the updated distribution maps for the Guaíba River terminals were spread out. A heavy glass of dark cachaça rested near my right hand, though I hadn't taken a sip. My full focus was anchored to the fresh trade reports that had arrived from Porto Alegre an hour after the morning convoy cleared the pass.The removal of Vargas had sent a clear wave through the regional network. There were no complaints from the lower managers, no delays at the weighing stations, and not a single ledger entry missing a stamp.Heavy, slow footsteps echoed down the stone corridor, accompanied by the familiar, low click of iron-heeled boots.Thiago entered the office, bringing with him the cold, crisp scent of pine and high mountain wind. He had shed his
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