Chapter 5 - The Syndicate’s Strike
The poison was traced back to the Rossi family, but the infiltration meant something far worse: I had a traitor in my inner circle. Nobody bypassed my security without inside help.
I summoned my capos to the underground bunker beneath the estate. Marcus, my consigliere, stood to my right, looking grim. “The Rossis are making a play for the southside territory,” Marcus said, pointing at the map. “Taking out the boy was supposed to break you, Preston. They think you've gone soft since the wedding.”
“Let them think it,” I said coldly. “Tonight, we hit their illegal casinos. All three of them. Leave no one standing.”
While I orchestrated a bloodbath in the city, I left twenty of my best men to guard Emma and Oliver. I thought they were safe. I was wrong.
Midnight brought fire. The Rossis didn’t wait for my retaliation; they launched a suicide assault on the Lake Forest estate. Explosions rocked the western wing. When I got the call, I was miles away, watching a Rossi casino burn.
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“Boss! It’s a full siege!” the radio crackled.
I drove my bulletproof SUV back at a hundred miles an hour, my heart hammering against my ribs. I had lost Serena to a disease I couldn't fight. I refused to lose Emma and Oliver to men I could kill.
