Chapter 10 - The Commission Calls For Blood
While peace was temporarily restored in Lake Forest, a dark storm was gathering five hundred miles away in New York City.
Inside an underground boardroom in Manhattan, five elderly men in tailored suits sat around a massive mahogany table.
They were the heads of the Five Families—the national Commission that governed organized crime across the United States.
At the head of the table sat Don Carmine Lucchesi, an eighty-year-old mafia patriarch with ice-cold blue eyes.
On the table in front of him sat a photograph of Mateo Moretti’s bloodied body recovered from the Velvet Lounge in River North.
“Lorenzo Vitale has executed an Underboss without the approval of this board,” Don Carmine announced, his voice dry as dead leaves.
“He acted out of personal emotion over a schoolteacher and a bastard child.”
“Vitale thinks the Midwest is his private kingdom,” another Don spoke up, slamming his fist down. “He disrespects the old rules.”
“He eliminated Moretti because Moretti targeted his family,” a third, younger Don countered carefully.
“If someone targeted my pregnant wife, I would have burned the city too.”
Don Carmine raised his hand, silencing the table instantly with a single gesture.
“It does not matter what Moretti did,” Carmine stated coldly.
“No man stands above the Commission. If we allow Vitale to strike down an Underboss with impunity, our authority is finished.”
Carmine turned to his chief enforcer standing in the corner of the room—a tall, scarred assassin known only as 'The Specter.'
“Go to Chicago,” Don Carmine instructed quietly.
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“Bring me Lorenzo Vitale’s head, and wipe out his entire household so no heir remains to seek vengeance.”
“Leave nothing standing in Lake Forest.”
