At 11:59 P.M., a barefoot three-year-old girl knocked on the forbidden door of Mafia boss Murphy Moretti.

Julian was stripped of his weapons and forced to his knees in the center of the council chambr.

"You think you've won, Murphy?!" Julian spat, blood dripping from his lip as Dante held his arms behind his back. "You think I came here alone tonight?!"

Suddenly, a loud explosion rocked the glass windows of the estate, followed by the deafening chatter of heavy automatic rifle fire from the front gates.

The emergency red lights flashed to life across the ceiling as sirens began to wail.

"Report!" Murphy barked into his shoulder radio.

"Boss!" a guard’s frantic voice crackled over the radio. "We have three armored SUVs ramming the main security gates! Fifty heavily armed mercenaries breaching the courtyard! They're wearing rival Genovese colors!"

Julian laughed hysterically from the floor. "I sold the family shipping routes to the Genovese cartel two days ago, Murphy! They're here to clear the estate and take the Sterling ledger! You're trapped in your own fortress!"

Murphy didn't panic. He walked over to Julian, looked down at him with cold contempt, and pulled a heavy silver revolver from his shoulder holster.

"I built this fortress, Julian," Murphy whispered. "And I know how to burn it down."

Murphy turned to Dante. "Take Clara and Lily down to the blast-proof vault beneath the wine cellar. Lock the titanium doors. Nobody gets in or out without my biometric print."