Chapter 18
Vincent let out a long, dark laugh that bounced off the concrete pillars of the garage.
“Ethan was never my family, Sal,” Vincent stated, taking a slow, menacing step forward.
“He was a mistake that my daughter corrected three days ago.”
“And if you think you are going to step into my hospital and demand a single penny from my child...”
“...you have miscalculated your survival odds by a very wide margin.”
Sal’s grin faded instantly as twenty red laser sights suddenly painted targets across his chest and forehead.
Moretti guards stepped out from the upper walkways, overlooking the entire garage with high-caliber rifles.
Sal swallowed hard, his arrogant posture instantly collapsing under the terrifying reality of his situation.
“This isn't over, Moretti,” Sal stammered, slowly backing up toward his armored sedan.
“The Commission won't forget this disrespect.”
“Tell your Commission that if any man from Chicago sets foot in New York again...” Vincent warned softly.
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“...I won't just kill the messenger.”
“I will come to Illinois and burn your entire foundation to the ground.”
