Chapter 6 - The Iron Fortress
Moretti’s arrogant sneer froze on his face. "What protocol? Who the hell is Hayes?"
Through the radio speaker, a crisp, professional voice with military precision echoed across the empty warehouse: "Target package neutralized at the estate perimeter, Mr. Marquetti. Eighteen hostile operatives disarmed and detained by private tactical security. Zero casualties on our side. The vault is secure."
Vincent slid the radio back into his pocket, his obsidian eyes burning with cold, merciless triumph.
"You think you're the only one who uses surveillance, Salvatore?" Vincent asked, taking three slow, deliberate steps toward the terrified boss. "I knew about your hired mercenaries four days ago. The moment you paid them through that offshore shell in Panama, my intelligence team flagged the transaction. I didn't leave my home unprotected. I staged a private military contractor battalion inside my tree line."
The mercenaries behind Moretti began glancing at each other, their grip on their weapons faltering. Panic rippled through their ranks.
"You walked into an empty warehouse, Salvatore," Vincent said softly. "Because I needed you in one place, away from civilian witnesses, where the federal government and the local police have zero jurisdiction."
From the shadows of the high catwalks above the warehouse floor, the red laser sights of twelve tactical snipers appeared simultaneously, dotting the chests and foreheads of every single Moretti gunman in the room.
"Drop your weapons," Dante shouted, stepping forward with his shotgun leveled. "Now!"
The sound of metal clattering against concrete was deafening. One by one, Moretti’s hired guns threw their weapons onto the floor, raising their hands in total surrender. They knew when a war was lost.
Moretti collapsed to his knees, his face the color of spoiled milk, gasping for air. "Vincent... please! We're Cosa Nostra! We have family treaties! Don't do this!"
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Vincent stopped inches from him, looking down with utter disgust. "You threatened a woman who cleans my floors and a four-year-old child who holds my hand. You broke the only rule that matters in my world."
Vincent turned to Dante. "Hand him over to the federal task force waiting outside with the financial ledgers. Let him rot in ADX Florence for the rest of his miserable life."
