Chapter 6 - A Midnight Visit to River North
The Velvet Lounge was a four-story private night club nestled in the wealthy district of River North, catering to corrupt politicians and high-level Syndicate figures.
At 4:15 AM, the bass was still thumping through the reinforced steel doors as Mateo Moretti sat in the VIP booth, drinking imported vodka.
Moretti was a tall, sleek man in his late forties, wearing a tailored Italian suit and showcasing a prominent silver snake ring on his left thumb.
He was laughing with two of his heavy enforcers, boasting about how the Great Lakes territory would soon be under new management.
Suddenly, the heavy double doors of the VIP lounge blew inward with a deafening explosion of wood splinters and shattered glass.
Before the security guards could even reach for their weapons, a hail of suppressed gunfire swept through the room with terrifying precision.
Moretti’s two bodyguards collapsed onto the leather couch before their drinks had even tipped over.
Through the thick haze of smoke stepped Lorenzo Vitale, holding a silenced submachine gun, his eyes hollow and dead as a winter storm.
Moretti fell backward off the couch, his face turning gray as he scrambled across the expensive carpet toward his fallen gun.
Enzo stepped forward, putting his heavy boot directly onto Moretti’s hand, crushing the bones in his fingers against the floor.
Moretti screamed in agony, but Enzo didn't even blink, leaning down to stare into his rival’s eyes.
“You touched my woman, Mateo,” Enzo said softly, his voice devoid of any human warmth or passion.
“You put your dirty hands on the mother of my child.”
“Lorenzo... wait! It was a business decision! The commission authorized it!” Moretti gasped out, sobbing in pain.
Enzo reached down, grabbing Moretti by the throat and lifting him off the floor like a ragdoll.
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“There is no commission anymore,” Enzo whispered, pressing the cold barrel of his pistol against Moretti’s forehead.
“There is only me.”
