Chapter 7 - The Corsini Council
"I have to admit, nephew," Silvio sneered, his eyes gleefully dropping to the leather ledger in the open vault. "I didn't think the little maid had the brains to figure out Arthur's pathetic puzzle. But she brought you right to the one piece of paper that could ruin me."
Julian stood like a wall of stone, his body shielding Sadie completely. His gun was trained directly on Silvio’s chest.
"You killed my father," Julian said, his voice dangerously low. "You put a bomb under his car at Pier 4, and you blamed Arthur Quinn so you could steal thirty percent of the family's port revenue for twenty-three years."
"Your father was soft!" Silvio spat, his face twisting with rage. "He wanted to go clean! He wanted to turn the shipping lanes over to the city! I saved this family! And now, I’m going to clean up the last two mistakes he left behind."
Silvio raised his gun.
"I wouldn't do that, Silvio," Julian said calmly.
"You're outnumbered six to one, Julian," Silvio laughed. "Who's going to stop me?"
"The Elders," Julian replied cleanly.
From the dark shadows behind Silvio’s men, red laser sight dots suddenly appeared on the chests of all six bodyguards.
Out of the darkness stepped Capo Vincent and three senior members of the Boston Syndicate Commission—the old men who governed the family rules. Behind them stood twenty of Julian’s personal security force, weapons raised and ready.
Silvio froze, his blood running cold as he looked over his shoulder.
"What is this?" Silvio stammered, stepping back. "Vincent... this is family business!"
"No, Silvio," Capo Vincent said, his voice heavy with old authority. "Don Julian called us three hours ago. He told us to follow you. He said if you came to Pier 4 with armed hitmen, it would prove you were hiding the truth about his father's death."
Vincent looked past Silvio to Sadie, who was standing behind Julian, holding the leather ledger against her chest.
"The girl carries the truth," Vincent said sternly. "And you, Silvio, have violated the sacred oath of the Commission."
Silvio’s eyes went wild. Realizing his life was over, he swung his pistol toward Sadie in a desperate, chaotic attempt to destroy the evidence.
BANG.
Julian didn't hesitate. A single shot fired from his Sig Sauer shattered the silence of the vault.
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Silvio dropped to his knees, clutching his shoulder, his gun clattering across the wet concrete floor. Julian stepped forward, kicking the weapon away, and stood over his uncle with absolute, terrifying authority.
"Take him to the basement at the manor," Julian commanded his men coldly. "Strip his titles, seize his assets, and let the Elders deliver his sentence."
