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.

open, his eyes

he owned the place, was a figure Marcus had only ever seen in grainy surveillance photos and hushed briefings. Ray Shaw, the aging but still formidable head of

a dozen scenarios, none of them good. How

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

towards the panic button concealed beneath his jacket lapel, but Shaw's next words stopped him

if I were you," Rat said, his tone calm but laced with steel. "Not when I

up, his finger pausing. "What did

Mr. Russo. I have something you're going to want to see. Something that changes

had to be a bluff. And yet... the very fact that

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 hated the

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thin smile crossed Shaw's face. "Because, Mr. Attorney General, you and the President aren't exactly on the best of terms these days, are

we," Marcus said, his

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

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 had been a constant battle with the president. Even

said carefully, "why should

my

You're not

matters, Mr. Attorney General. When I move, it's for something big. And this?

the room. 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 of truth to what the old criminal was saying..

do you claim to have?" Marcus asked,

you sure

what you have, Shaw,"

face grew serious, all traces of amusement vanishing. "Very well. The President of the country is the secret leader of

sucked out of the room. The Twelve Guns were a shadowy criminal organization that had been terrorizing the country for years. The Justice Department had been trying to