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64. Syndicate Revenge

Author: Lily's Ecstasy
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-01 12:12:21

Chapter 64: Syndicate Revenge

VIKTOR’S POV

I stood in the center of the room, my boots planted on cracked concrete, my phone clutched in my hand, the screen still glowing with Lucian’s message—a grainy photo of Rico and Alvarez’s severed heads impaled on rebar, their lifeless eyes staring into oblivion. Below it, his words burned into my skull: Touch my butterfly again, and your head’s next.

My blood boiled, a molten tide surging through my veins, my fist trembling as I gripped the phone so hard the screen cracked. That bastard Lucian. That fucking pest Ethan. I’d tried everything to bury them both, but they kept crawling back, mocking me, spitting in the face of my empire. Lucian Moretti wouldn’t stay down, and now Ethan, his FBI lapdog lover, was digging into my operations, threatening to unravel my drug and arms trafficking with every breath he took. I was done playing games.

“Why won’t they fucking die?” I roared, hurling the phone against the wall, the shatter of glass echoing l
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