Chapter 9 - MIDNIGHT RECKONING
The harbor was shrouded in thick, freezing fog. Vance stood on the loading dock, surrounded by two dozen heavily armed guards, inspecting crates of illegal armaments. He was a smug, sharp-faced man who thought he had already won the war.
He was wrong.
Julian didn't strike from the shadows. He drove a rigged, explosive-laden transport truck straight through the main gates, bailing out into the water seconds before it slammed into the dock and detonated.
The explosion lit up the Chicago skyline.
In the ensuing chaos, Julian emerged from the freezing harbor water like a vengeful ghost. He moved with brutal, terrifying efficiency, dismantling Vance's guards one by one. The capos, watching the slaughter from the upper catwalks, didn't intervene. They were waiting to see who the true king was.
Finally, Julian cornered Vance in the main warehouse. Vance raised his gun, his hands shaking violently as he looked into Julian's dead, empty eyes.
"It was just business, Julian!" Vance screamed over the sirens in the distance. "I had to!"
"You touched my family," Julian said quietly.
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A single shot rang out across the harbor. Vance collapsed.
Julian looked up at the capos on the catwalk. He wiped the blood from his jaw. "The war is over. Clean up my city."
