Chapter 20 - Celeste Arrested As The Syndicate Empire Crumbles To Dust

In a sterile federal courtroom downtown, Judge Henderson banged his gavel to close the arraignment hearing. Celeste stood trial without bail, dressed in a standard orange jumpsuit that stripped away her high-society armor.
She stared at me through the glass partition one last time, her eyes filled with venomous, unyielding hatred. I didn't look away, holding her gaze until the guards escorted her back down into the subterranean holding cells.
The West Side syndicate was officially dismantled, its remaining members scattering across the country like frightened rats. The South Side docks were secure, operating under my direct control without a single threat on the horizon.