The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 127

Chapter 127: Robbing a bank

"Open that safe," the President ordered. "I don't care what methods you have to use. Just get it done."

"Yes, sir," the voice responded, understanding the implied authorization for whatever means

necessary.

The president ended the call, letting the phone drop onto the bed beside him. The weight of the situation pressed down on him, heavier than the injuries that kept him in this hospital bed.

Years of careful planning and meticulous separation between his public persona and his role as the leader of the Dark Hand were now in jeopardy.

The fire was probably a warning from the Shaw family. Or was it to smoke him out? If so, it did it's job. It had created a mountain of problems for him. They now knew who he was, and most of those who participated in the rescue knew too. He felt a headache descend on him.

Mercy and Justin's escape was a wild card. Were they running out of fear, or did they already know about the fire? And now, with Mathias in Shaw's custody, how long before the truth about the president's dual identity came to light? The Shaw family was now his number

one

enemy.

The president's mind raced, considering everything and weighing the risks of various paths he could take. Fight head-on? No. This was the Shaw family. Would they attack again? Was he safe here?

He glanced at the security detail, their presence a reminder of the precarious balance between his two worlds. How many of them knew the truth? He knew some of them did. Their job was to protect him without questions. But for the other government agencies... How many would remain loyal if his criminal identity was exposed?

The beeping of the medical equipment seemed to grow louder, an irritating reminder of his current situation. The president had built his empire on always being one step ahead, on controlling every variable. Now, confined to this hospital bed, he felt that control slipping away.

for so

he wasn't out of the game yet. Far from it. As the leader of both a country and a powerful criminal organization, he had resources at

field where he

the

new heights. But the president had not come this far; he had not built his dual empires by backing down from a challenge. As the nurse entered the room, he fixed

carrying the usual tone of a man who was used to being obeyed. "It's time for me to

protest, citing medical concerns, but the president

the nurse hurried out to fetch the doctors, the president allowed himself a grim smile. The board was set, the pieces in motion.

he knew that the fire

not just the Dark Hand but potentially the

was pitch black, a new moon offering no light as four figures

be heard was the faint hum of distant traffic and the occasional

the plan one last time. Mia, you're on tech. Disable the alarms and get

fingers dancing over a tablet. "Got

I'm better."

ears. Keep watch and alert us to any potential

"Consider it done. Nobody's sneaking up o pon us

you're with me. We're heading

"Time to put these magic fingers to

for one thing only. Safe deposit box 1294. Nothing else matters. We get in, we get out. Clean and quick." "Mia, how're we looking?" Jack asked, turning to the tech

glow of her tablet. "Almost there.... and.... we're in. Alarms are looped. Security cameras are on a feed from last week. We're ghosts." "Perfect," Jack said, "Leo, take position. The rest of you,

into the shadows. Mia worked her magic on

eerily quiet, the usual noise of daytime activity replaced by a just silence. Their footsteps, despite their best efforts,

"how long do you think it'll take

his voice low. "Depends on the model. Could be ten minutes, could be an

where the vault was located. As they rounded a corner, they came face to face with the massive steel door of the bank's main

while, boss. This baby's got

two hours before the early shift starts arriving.