The Billionaire's Mistake

Chapter 143

MISTAKE 143

Chapter 143: President is taken

Through the haze, he saw the two guards sprawled motionless on the floor. The younger one's Vacant eyes stared at nothing, while the older guard groaned weakly, trying to move.

The rear doors of the van were pulled open. Dark figures appeared, only visible because of the glare of headlights and the slight flames of burning vehicles.

"Check them," a gruff voice commanded in Italian. "Find the president."

Immediately, rough hands seized him, dragging him out of the wreckage. Edward found himself face-to-face with a man in tactical gear, his face hidden under a mask.

"We got him," the man said into a radio. "Package secured."

Edward's mind raced. This wasn't a rescue, not one he had orchestrated. He was not stupid. IE was not safe for him outside. The safest place for him was in government custody. If this was not a rescue, this meant... "Wait," he gasped, his voice hoarse from the smoke. "You're making a mistake. Whatever you want, I will give it to you. Please."

The masked man chuckled darkly. "Oh, there is nothing you can give, Mr. President. Or should I say, Don Edward?"

Edward opened his mouth to speak again, to negotiate, to threaten-anything to regain control of the situation. But before he could utter a word, a sharp pain exploded in the back of his head.

The last thing Edward saw before darkness claimed him was the dark skyline of the capital, the city he had ruled both openly and from the shadows.

The Italian Parliament was in an uproar. What had begun as an emergency session to address

the fallout from President Edward Ricardo's impeachment had devolved into barely controlled chaos.

At the center of the storm stood Mario. She was honestly tired. Today could not get any worse.

"Colleagues, please!" She shouted, her voice barely audible above the din. "We must maintain order if we are to handle issues today!"

burst open. A visibly shaken

aide whispered urgently in the Prime Minister's

ashen. She gripped the podium, steadying herself, before addressing the now-silent

its strength. "I have just received grave news. The transport carrying former President Ricardo to the

silence lasted for a heartbeat before the

"Taken? By whom?"

this a rescue or

could our security

12 guns! They're making their move

accusations and theories flew

gallery, journalists furiously tapped at their phones and tablets, the news spreading across Italy and beyond at the

oddly still. Marcus Russo, the Attorney General,

was hard to tell what he

seat. With deliberate calm, he made his way to one of the

him, muffling the ongoing chaos in the chamber, Marcus allowed himself a moment of weakness. He

chamber. Marcus pushed himself off the wall and strode down

and private room and entered. Marcus locked the door behind him and pulled out his personal phone, one that he knew

moment before he punched in a number he knew by heart but had hoped never to use again. The phone rang

said, his voice low and controlled "We need

this about?" Ray

to the chase. "Don't play dumb, Ray. You know exactly what this is about. Did you

pause, longer this time. When Ray responded, his voice was innocent. Too innocent to be Rays. "I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about, old friend. What's happened to

his composure. "Cut the crap, Ray. Ricardo's transport was attacked less than an hour ago.

chuckle came through the phone. "The biggest grudge? That's rich coming from you Marcus. Or have

her death. He hates Ricardo

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