Chapter 8 - The Fall of the Ashfords
Julian Ashford sneered, though his hands shook slightly. "You think you've won, Hail? The other families will hunt you down! You broke the code!"
Garrett pulled his phone from his pocket and tossed it onto the damp grass at Julian's feet.
"Call your allies, Julian," Garrett said smoothly. "Call Moretti. Call Vance."
Julian frowned, picking up the phone and dialing his primary contact. After a few seconds of quiet listening, Julian’s face turned gray.
"What... what do you mean?" Julian stammered into the phone. "He leaked what?!"
Garrett stepped forward, his boots crushing the wet grass. "An hour ago, my team released your offshore ledgers to the federal prosecutor's office and sent unedited recordings of your private meetings to the Moretti family. They know you were skimming thirty percent off their shipping routes for five years."
Julian dropped the phone. "You... you ruined us."
"You ruined yourself when you targeted my daughter," Garrett replied coldly.
Two dark sedans pulled up onto the lawn. Out stepped Marco Moretti, the head of the neutral coalition, flanked by federal agents and heavily armed guards.
"Julian Ashford," Marco said, his voice cold. "You violated alliance laws, stole from your partners, and brought federal heat upon us all. Your empire is forfeited."
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The federal agents stepped forward, slapping heavy steel handcuffs onto Julian Ashford’s wrists and leading him away. Coraline was escorted out of the mansion in cuffs shortly after.
The war was over, not with a mountain of corpses, but with the total annihilation of the Ashford dynasty.
