Chapter 4 - A Ghost From The Chicago Underworld Steps Inside
A tall figure emerged from the shadows of the hallway, wearing an immaculate charcoal overcoat damp from the brutal storm.
He stopped just short of the vault entrance, tipping his head back to reveal a face the city of Chicago thought was gone forever.
It was Viktor Sterling—older, scarred across the jawline, but wearing the exact same arrogant, predatory smirk he wore before his fake demise.
“Did you really think a few sticks of dynamite and a charred Jane Doe could keep me out of my own home, little brother?” Viktor mocked smoothly.
The Boss took a slow, menacing step forward, his eyes burning with a mixture of profound shock and unadulterated rage.
“You staged your own funeral, framed a dead rival, and let me tear half of Chicago apart looking for your killers,” the Boss growled.
Viktor chuckled softly, sliding his hands into his coat pockets as if he were attending a casual business meeting instead of a war zone.
“Death was a necessary corporate restructuring tool, brother; it gave me the freedom to consolidate the syndicate without interference,” Viktor replied coolly.
His eyes drifted past the Boss, landing on the dark leather couch where the battered woman and the baby lay resting.
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A cruel light danced in Viktor’s eyes as he spotted little Leo tucked safely against the woman’s torn emerald blouse.
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