She Found the Mafia Boss's Injured Son Alone—Then Made One Call That Brought Chicago to a Halt

The terminal screen instantly lit up with matrix lines of code.

AUTHENTICATING MASTER KEY... BIOMETRIC SIGNATURE CONFIRMED: JUDGE EDWARD VANE / CELIA ROMANO ACCESSING SYNDICATE RESERVE: $50,000,000,000 USD

Luciana gasped, her eyes reflecting the digital green glow. "Finally... it's all mine."

"Now, key in the release code, Counselor," Marco Vane threatened, pressing the barrel of his pistol against Vincent’s chest.

Vincent didn't even flinch. He glared at Marco with absolute contempt. "You always were a terrible lieutenant, Marco. You never check the flanks."

Before Marco could react, Celia tapped a command key on the terminal.

OVERRIDE PROTOCOL INITIATED. TREASURY DEPT. CYBER DIVISION LINK ACTIVE. GLOBAL ASSET FREEZE EXECUTED.

The terminal screen suddenly turned blood red.

ALL OFFSHORE ACCOUNTS SEIZED. CURRENT LOCATION BROADCAST TO INTERPOL / FBI.

Luciana’s phone began ringing frantically with panic calls from her bankers in Zurich and London.

"What did you do?!" Luciana screamed, drawing her ivory-handled revolver. "What did you do?!"

"I didn't just freeze the syndicate's money, Luciana," Celia said coolly, stepping back beside Vincent. "I transferred ownership of all fifty billion dollars into a public trust fund for victims of organized crime. Your money is gone. Your network is broke. And the FBI is outside."