Chapter 7 - The Cleansing
At two o’clock in the morning, Marco Rossi’s private penthouse in downtown Chicago was breached.
It wasn't a long battle. Dante and his elite strike team hit the building with surgical precision. Within fifteen minutes, Marco Rossi’s guards were disarmed and neutralized, and Marco himself was forced to his knees in his own lavish living room, staring up at the barrel of Dante Falcone’s gun.
Sitting in a chair in the corner, tied up and weeping hysterically, was Marina Vance.
“Dante, please!” Marco begged, his face pale with terror. “It was Marina’s idea! She came to me! She said you were weak! I was just taking an opportunity!”
Dante stood over him, his dark eyes void of all mercy.
“You targeted a woman and a child who carry no weapons,” Dante said, his tone colder than deep winter. “You mistook my peace for weakness. That was your final mistake.”
Dante did not hesitate. A single shot echoed through the penthouse, ending Marco Rossi’s syndicate forever.
Dante slowly turned his gaze toward Marina.
She shrank back in her chair, sobbing uncontrollably. “Dante... please! I’m Carmela’s sister! You loved Carmela! You can’t kill me!”
Dante walked slowly toward her, his heavy boots echoing on the hardwood floor. He stopped right in front of her, looking down with cold disgust.
“Carmela was a woman of honor,” Dante said softly. “You used her memory to try and murder an innocent mother and child out of bitter greed. You are no sister of hers.”
He lowered his gun, signaling to Viktor.
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“I won't waste a bullet on you, Marina,” Dante declared. “You are stripped of every asset, every trust fund, and every dime associated with the Falcone name. You will be placed on a boat tonight and shipped to a remote labor estate in South America. You will work in a kitchen for the rest of your days, scrubbing floors until your hands bleed. Let’s see how much you despise maids then.”
Marina screamed and pleaded as Viktor’s men dragged her away, her cries fading into the night.
