Chapter 9 - Justice Served
At 4:30 AM, three black armored vehicles pulled up to the high gates of the Lucchesi estate downtown.
Marco Lucchesi sat in his luxurious library, sipping scotch, nervously waiting for news from the strike team he had sent to the Moretti mansion.
The heavy mahogany doors of his library were suddenly kicked off their hinges.
Alessandro Moretti walked into the room alone, wearing his black coat, holding a heavy pistol at his side.
Marco dropped his glass of scotch, the amber liquid staining the Persian rug. His face drained of all color. "Moretti...? How... how are you alive?"
"Your men are dead, Marco," Alessandro said calmly, walking toward him with measured, lethal steps. "Victor Russo is dead. And your empire ends tonight."
"Wait! Alessandro! Please!" Marco stuttered, backing away against his grand desk. "It was business! Only business! I can give you millions! Territory! Anything you want!"
Alessandro stopped two feet away from the trembling mob boss.
"Eleven months ago," Alessandro said softly, "you ordered a hit on my car. You killed my wife. You left my daughter without a mother."
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Marco wept.
"Apologies don't bring back the dead," Alessandro replied coldly. "And they don't erase the tears of a child."
BANG.
Alessandro raised his weapon and fired a single, clean shot.
Marco Lucchesi collapsed onto the rug, lifeless.
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Alessandro turned around without looking back, stepping out into the cool morning air as his men moved in to take control of the remaining Lucchesi assets.
The war was finally over. The ghosts were laid to rest.
