# SHE THOUGHT SLAPPING THE PREGNANT WAITRESS WOULD SAVE HER FAMILY... UNTIL THE MAN IN THE CORNER RECOGNIZED THE DEAD MAN’S WATCH
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Chapter 4 - THE BOSTON SYNDICATE
The pieces fell into place with sickening clarity. Walter Marlowe hadn’t just come to St. Cordova for rescue money; his empire was bleeding because Damon had been unknowingly choking out his black-market shipping routes. Eli had discovered Marlowe’s smuggling manifests just before he died.
By dawn, Damon assembled his inner circle—six men who moved like ghosts and hit like freight trains.
“Walter Marlowe thinks he can murder my brother, hunt his pregnant widow, and send his daughter to my restaurant to beg for my cash,” Damon addressed his men, the scarred tissue over his brow tight. “Burn his warehouses. Sink his shipments. I want the Marlowe empire reduced to ash by midnight.”
