Chapter 13 - The Siege of the Vitale Mansion
Enzo stepped out onto the upper balcony overlooking the front courtyard, holding two heavy assault rifles in his hands.
The glass windows below shattered as the New York hitmen opened fire, light rounds chewing through the antique wooden doors.
Enzo leaned over the marble balustrade, firing down into the fog with devastating accuracy, dropping three attackers in three seconds.
Frankie and four loyal Chicago soldiers took defensive positions behind the grand marble staircase, returning fire with heavy shotguns.
The foyer turned into a warzone—plaster raining down from the ceiling, crystal chandeliers shattering onto the hardwood floors.
“Fall back to the interior hall!” Frankie roared, racking his shotgun and blasting an attacker through the front window frame.
The Specter stepped through the ruined front entrance, unbothered by the chaos, firing controlled three-round bursts from his rifle.
Two of Enzo’s men fell, mortally wounded, as the elite New York hitman advanced up the grand staircase toward Enzo.
Enzo dropped his empty rifle, pulled his dual custom pistols from his shoulder holsters, and stepped out to face the assassin.
The two men exchanged fire at point-blank range, bullets ripping through the walls and smashing the artwork along the corridor.
Enzo took a round to his left shoulder, the force spinning him around, but he drove forward, tackling The Specter over the stair railing.
Both men crashed down onto the marble floor below, rolling across the glass-covered carpet in a violent struggle.
The Specter pulled a combat knife, slicing across Enzo’s cheek, but Enzo grabbed the assassin’s wrist, twisting it until the joint snapped.
With a roar of pure rage, Enzo brought his heavy fist down on The Specter’s jaw, knocking him unconscious onto the bloody floor.
Enzo stood up slowly, panting heavily, blood dripping from his shoulder and cheek onto his torn shirt.
The remaining hitmen, seeing their leader defeated, retreated into the fog outside, their attack broken by the fierce defense.
Frankie rushed over, supporting Enzo as he staggered toward the basement door.
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“We held them, boss!” Frankie panted, his chest heaving. “The house is secure!”
“The cellar...” Enzo gasped out, his vision blurring from blood loss. “Check on my family...”
