The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 137

Chapter 137: Threatening the Attorney General

The moment Justin ended the call with Daniel, lie swiftly dialed the office of a prestigious law firm he invested in. If he needed to mobilize legal aid as efficiently as the Mafia, they were the ones to call.

After a couple rings, an associate picked up. "Louis & Associates, how may I assist you?"

"Linda, it's Justin. I need you to assemble a team of your best. We have a situation," Justin instructed.

"Right away, sir. May I have some details on the matter so I can brief the team properly?" Linda asked.

"Family matters. It is an extraction. Agents are coming for Daniel's wife. If you can't extract her, you must not let be moved alone." Justin said.

"illegal warrants?" Linda asked.

"Very likely. They want her alone. No matter the means, don't let them take her," Justin ordered.

Linda's input on the other end indicated she understood the coded language. "I'll have Peter, Jessica, and the rest of the team ready to mobilize immediately." "Alright!"

"Understood, sir. If we can't get to her, how far should we go?" Linda asked.

"There is no limit," Justin said.

Chapratening the Attorney General

Attorney General Marcus Russo strode down the marble-floored hallway of the Justice Department, his polished shoes echoing across the room. It had been a long day of meetings. and political gatherings, and all he wanted now was a stiff drink and the solitude of his office.

As he approached the heavy oak door with his name and title boldly written on it, he loosened his tie slightly.

the door open, his eyes immediately drawn to the leather armchair

if he owned the place, was a figure Marcus had only ever seen in grainy surveillance photos and hushed briefings. Ray Shaw,

doorknob. His mind raced through a dozen scenarios, none of them good. How had Shaw gotten past security? Was this

call for his guards, Shaw's gravelly voice cut through the tension. "Good evening, Mr. Attorney General.

beneath his jacket lapel,

calm but laced with steel. "Not when I have information that could bring down

shot up, his finger pausing. "What did

the warm light of the desk lamp. "You heard me, Mr. Russo. I have something you're going to want to see. Something that

mind spun. This had to be a bluff. And yet... the very fact that Ray Shaw was here, in this

brow rose. You're a known criminal. Anything

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face. "Because, Mr. Attorney General, you and the President aren't exactly on the

we," Marcus

well known that he and the president had a

dry, humorless sound. "Come now, Mr. Russo. We both know that's not true. The president's been blocking your investigations, stonewalling your requests for additional funding. He's been undermining you at every turn." Marcus's jaw clenched. The old man was right; damn him. The last few months

is so," Marcus said carefully, "why should I believe anything

my

You're Ray Shaw. You're not exactly known for

am Ray Shaw. I don't waste my time on small matters, Mr. Attorney General. When I move, it's for something

Marcus found himself torn between his hatred for the Mafia and the Shaw family and the burning curiosity Ray had ignited. If there was even a shred

to have?" Marcus asked, his

desk. "Are you sure

tell me what you have, Shaw," Marcus snapped, his patience wearing

all traces of amusement vanishing. "Very well. The President of the country is the secret

Twelve Guns were a shadowy criminal organization that had been terrorizing the country for