CHAPTER 220 Boom

*Sloane*

"It's done," I said through my comms, signaling Dante and his men to move in.

The echo of the gunshot hadn’t even faded when I turned my back on him.

I didn’t look down.

I didn’t need to.

I already knew what I’d see—a hollowed-out shell, twitching slightly, eyes wide with terror and disbelief. Vic Kincaid. Rapist. Puppeteer. Murderer. Liar. Reduced to blood and meat on a filthy mattress,