Chapter 9 - BLOOD FOR BLOOD
They tied me to a chair in the center of an abandoned shipyard. Old Man Castellano paced before me, furious that a twenty-year-old waitress had derailed a multi-million-dollar assassination. “Your father was a rat, and you’re a nuisance,” he spat. But before he could issue the order, the heavy warehouse doors imploded inward. Smoke grenades hissed across the concrete floor, filling the room with blinding gray fog. Dominic moved through the haze like a vengeful god, dropping Castellano's men with ruthless efficiency while Jax secured the perimeter. This wasn't a rescue mission; it was an execution.
