Chapter 6 - BLOOD ON THE VELVET
Liam did not wait for his father's permission. He orchestrated the ambush at the shipping yards himself.
The rain was relentless, blinding the security cameras. Liam moved through the stacks of metal containers, living in a world of profound silence, anchored only by the radio earpiece he wore purely for show—and the actual, miraculous sound of Ava's voice transmitting directly to his consciousness from the surveillance van parked three blocks away.
"Two on your left, behind the blue crate," she commanded, her voice steady, hardened by the reality of what she had been dragged into.
Liam pivoted, firing twice. Two bodies dropped into the puddles.
"Frankie is running toward the docks. He's bleeding," she guided him.
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Liam cornered Frankie at the edge of the pier. The captain raised his gun, screaming something Liam couldn't hear, his face contorted in rage. Liam didn't flinch. He put a single bullet between Frankie’s eyes, watching the traitor fall backward into the freezing water.
He had saved the shipments. He had crippled Russo's offensive. And he had done it flawlessly.
