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Chapter 2

Author: Cocojam
I looked at Silas. Gave a soft laugh.

"An excuse?" I repeated. "Do you really want to hear it?"

Silas stared at me for a few seconds. His face turned hard.

"You feel no guilt at all." He stood up. His voice filled the room. "As the Don, I must protect the family."

He looked around. Making sure everyone heard him.

"We have zero tolerance for skimming. No matter who it is."

Silas turned to David. David was faking busy with his papers. "Cut Valentina's access right now. Offshore wires, the slush funds, and the encrypted ledgers."

David’s hands shook. But he nodded. "Yes, Boss."

I looked at this man. He used to beg on his knees for my help with the IRS. Now he couldn't even look me in the eye.

"Also," Silas looked at Chloe, "you handle this financial cleanup. Every penny goes back to where it belongs."

Chloe's eyes lit up. Like she heard angels singing. "Got it, Boss. I'll fix the family's losses."

She sighed, acting like she felt sorry for me. "Rules are rules, Valentina. We have to be fair to the family. No excuses."

"Make it known," Silas added. "Blacklist her. Strip her rank. Let this be a warning to all."

I finally saw the whole setup.

This wasn't an audit. This was a coup.

Silas wanted my political network. The multi-million dollar immunity and clean channels.

Chloe wanted to step on my dead body to reach the top.

They thought I would break. Beg. Give it all up.

What a joke.

"Of course, this is just temporary." Silas faked mercy. "Cooperate. Confess. We might give you a second chance."

"But," he paused, "the syndicate must run. Hand over the VIP contacts and the rulebooks to Chloe. Your personal mess can't stop our business."

I stood up. Pulled a nice black ledger from my bag. Tossed it on the nearest table.

"Take it." I kept my voice flat. "Have fun with the big shots."

Silas practically jumped to grab the ledger. Greed shined in his eyes.

He didn't know. That book used dynamic encryption. Without the key in my head, it was just trash paper.

Twenty minutes later. I stood alone by the floor-to-ceiling windows in my office. Looking at the Manhattan night.

My phone buzzed like crazy.

A mass text hit every capo's phone: "Valentina is out. Caught stealing."

The rumors spread fast. Breaking Omertà. Ruining our name.

I heard whispers in the hall.

"Can't believe she did that..."

"Bought luxury bags with family cash..."

"Chloe saw right through her. Good eye..."

"Serves her right. Acting so high and mighty..."

The hitmen and capos used to kiss my feet. Now they smelled blood. Tearing my name apart like sharks.

Suddenly, someone kicked my door open.

Chloe walked in with two armed guards. Looking like a conqueror.

She walked to my desk. Slammed a file down.

"Valentina," she looked down at me. High on revenge. "The Boss confirmed these numbers. $157,423 in total."

"You have three days to pay it back." She paused. Loving the power trip. "Miss the deadline? Mob rules. We cut your street shares. Plus, we strip you to your underwear and throw you out on the street."
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