Chapter 16 - The Counterstrike
Above them, the gunfire abruptly ceased, replaced by the heavy, ominous sound of heavy boots walking across the kitchen floor.
A harsh, raspy voice shouted down through the bullet-riddled basement door.
"Dante Moretti! This is Frankie Lucchese!" the voice echoed through the thick wooden planks.
"You're trapped like rats down there! Give us the Rossi girl and the ledger, and we let you walk out!"
Dante stood up slowly, his face hardening into an unreadable mask of pure, murderous vengeance.
He looked at Enzo, who held up three fingers, signaling that heavy backup was approaching from the outer avenue.
Dante walked to the foot of the stairs, looking up at the door with a cold, terrifying smirk.
"You made two massive mistakes today, Frankie!" Dante shouted back, his deep voice carrying lethal authority.
"What's that, Moretti?" Frankie sneered from above.
"First, you came into my borough," Dante growled, pulling a heavy tactical detonator from his belt pocket.
"And second... you brought a gun to a house built by Moretti construction."
Dante pressed the red button on the remote detonator.
A series of controlled explosive charges, set by Moretti demolition crews around the outer foundation hours ago, detonated.
The entire back porch and kitchen structure collapsed inward, bringing tons of heavy brick crashing down on the Lucchese hit squad.
Screams of terror echoed from above as the ceiling caved in, crushing the attackers under a mountain of concrete and timber.
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"Move out!" Dante roared, grabbing Sophia and leading his men through the newly opened breach in the side cellar wall.
They burst out into the bright afternoon sunlight just as ten black Moretti SUVs swarmed the street, weapons drawn.
