“You have six inches of hardened steel between us, but you only have so much air.”

I walked to the wall communicator and pressed the talk button.

“You won’t survive the night if you stay on this property, Caleb,” I said.

“My men from the docks will be here in twenty minutes.”

Caleb laughed, a short, barking sound that made my skin crawl.

“Your men at the docks are currently being disarmed by the port authority,” Caleb said.

“Elena spent the last three weeks sending anonymous tips to the federal investigators.”

“They are padlocking your warehouses as we speak.”

I felt a cold sensation in the pit of my stomach.

He had cut the legs out from under my empire before he even set foot on the estate.

“What do you want, Caleb?” I asked.

“I want a clean transfer,” Caleb said.

“I want the Atlantic City operations, the real estate holding company, and the Swiss accounts.”

“Every single dollar.”

“If you sign them over, I will let Marcus walk.”

“I will even leave a vehicle at the gate for you and the girl.”