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.

turned smoothly under his grip, and Marcus pushed the door open, his eyes immediately drawn to the leather armchair

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

froze, his hand still on the doorknob. His mind raced through a dozen scenarios, none of them good. How had Shaw gotten past security?

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

button concealed beneath his jacket lapel, but Shaw's next

Rat said, his tone calm but laced

eyebrows shot up, his finger pausing. "What did you

heard me, Mr. Russo. I have something you're going to want to see. Something that changes everything."

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

would I want anything you have to offer, Shaw?" Marcus asked as his brow rose. You're a known criminal. Anything from you cannot be trusted." Marcus

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General, you and the President aren't exactly on

we," Marcus said, his

he and the president had a bad history, but it was not a

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

Marcus said carefully, "why should I believe anything you have

my

Shaw. You're not

my time on small matters, Mr. Attorney General. When I move, it's for something big. And

Mafia and the Shaw family and the burning curiosity Ray had

you claim to have?" Marcus

behind the desk. "Are you sure you won't sit down?

me what you have, Shaw," Marcus snapped,

old man's face grew serious, all traces of amusement vanishing. "Very well. The President of the country is the

felt as if the air had been sucked out of the room. The Twelve Guns were a shadowy criminal organization that had been terrorizing the