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.

his eyes immediately drawn to the leather armchair

casually as if 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 one of the country's most powerful

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

voice cut through the tension. "Good evening, Mr. Attorney General. Please close the door. We have

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

calm but laced with steel. "Not when I have information

up, his finger

desk lamp. "You heard me, Mr. Russo. I have something you're going

yet... the very fact that Ray Shaw was here, in this office, said a lot about the

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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Mr. Attorney General, you and the

are we," Marcus said,

president had a bad history, but it was not a

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

Marcus said carefully, "why should

my

Shaw. You're not exactly known

matters, Mr. Attorney General. When I move, it's for something

tense silence fell over 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

to

chair behind the desk. "Are you sure you won't sit down? You might want a

tell me what you have, Shaw," Marcus

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

air had been 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