Sophia struggled as they turned her around, her heels clicking frantically against the hardwood.

“You won’t get away with this, Elena!” she screamed down the hallway. “He will find out what you did!”

Her voice faded as the elevator doors slid shut, cutting off her final cry.

Agent Miller stepped closer to the desk and pulled a thick, blue-bound document from his briefcase.

He laid it flat on the wood in front of Marcus.

“This is the final draft,” Miller said. “No modifications.”

Marcus stared at the document.

“If you sign,” Miller said, “the government drops the racketeering charges and the grand jury indictment is dismissed.”

“And the Detroit assets?” Marcus asked.

“They go to the state,” Miller replied. “The logistics networks, the warehouses, the shipping licenses. Everything.”

“He will have nothing,” Luca said from the corner, his voice cracking.

Marcus raised a hand, silencing his brother without looking at him.

“And the sentencing?” Marcus asked.

“Three years,” Miller said. “Minimum security. A federal facility in Wisconsin. No maximum-security lockup.”

It was the deal of a lifetime for a man like Marcus, but it meant the absolute death of his empire.