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.

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

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

froze, his hand still on the 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.

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

calm but laced with steel. "Not

eyebrows shot up, his finger pausing. "What did

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

very fact that Ray Shaw was here, in

Marcus asked as his brow rose. You're a

ΕΙ

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

are we," Marcus

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

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

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

my

You're not exactly known

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

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 was even a shred of truth to what the old criminal was saying..

to have?" Marcus asked, his voice

you sure you won't sit down?

me what you have, Shaw," Marcus snapped, his

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

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 country for years.