Chapter 9 - THE ASSAULT ON THE DIAMOND CLUB
The rain was pouring in sheets as Evelyn’s Honda Civic idled in the dark alley behind the Diamond Club. Lorenzo and three of his top enforcers, dressed in black tactical gear, stood by the massive iron grate Evelyn had pointed out.
"Here," she whispered, handing Lorenzo a crowbar. "Break the second hinge. It's rusted through."
Lorenzo snapped the lock, pulling the heavy grate aside. He pulled a smoke grenade and a canister of military-grade tear gas from his tactical rig. He pulled the pins, tossed them into the ventilation shaft, and slammed the grate shut.
"Now we wait at the fire escape," Lorenzo ordered.
Sixty seconds later, the reinforced steel doors of the fire escape blew open. Men in expensive suits stumbled out into the pouring rain, coughing up blood, their eyes streaming, clutching their throats. The Rossi hitmen didn't even have time to draw their weapons before Lorenzo's men opened fire.
It was precise. It was brutal. It was over in seconds.
Lorenzo walked through the bodies, his gun raised, until he found Judge Carter gasping for air against a brick wall. The Judge looked up, his eyes widening in terror as he recognized the mafia boss he thought was dead.
"Lorenzo... please..." the Judge begged.
Lorenzo stepped aside. He looked back at the alley entrance, where Evelyn stood under an umbrella, watching the man who had destroyed her family.
"Do you want to do it?" Lorenzo asked her softly.
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Evelyn stared at her uncle. She looked at Lorenzo’s offered gun. She shook her head. "No. I’m not a killer. I’m just the waitress who clears the table when the trash is left behind."
Lorenzo smirked. He turned back to the Judge and pulled the trigger.
