Chapter 8 - THE SHADOWS OF THE PASTWhile Leo recovered, peace seemed to settle over their lives—but in the dark underbelly of Chicago, Vincent’s sudden actions had set off shockwaves.
Antonio Moretti, the ruthless patriarch of the rival Moretti syndicate, sat in a dark club downtown, listening to his informants.
"Vincent Marcelli burned down a Santos garage for a maid?" Moretti sneered, swirling his glass of whiskey. "The cold Don has finally found a weakness."
"She’s staying at the Evanston house, Don Antonio," his lieutenant reported. "The boy is in the hospital. Marcelli has four guards posted, but they aren't expecting a full strike."
Moretti’s face twisted into a cruel, ruthless grin. "Vincent destroyed my shipment last month. Now he’s playing hero for some blonde servant and her bastard kid. Grab the girl. We'll see how much of his empire Marcelli is willing to sign over to get his new pet back."
Two days later, the sun was setting over the quiet suburban neighborhood of Evanston.
Elena had just returned from the hospital to pack the last of Leo’s favorite toys into the new house. The home was beautiful—a warm brick cottage surrounded by oak trees and blooming hydrangeas.
As she stepped out onto the porch, two dark sedans pulled up fast along the driveway, blocking the exit.
Four men in leather jackets stepped out, drawing weapons.
Elena backed away, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs. "Who are you?"
"Don Antonio sends his regards, sweetheart," the lead thug smirked, stepping onto the porch. "You're coming with us."
Elena reached into her pocket, her fingers pressing the emergency speed dial on the smartphone Vincent had given her.
Before the thug could reach her, a high-pitched engine roared down the street.
A sleek black armored SUV crashed straight through the wooden fence, slamming directly into Moretti’s lead sedan with a brutal metallic crunch!
The doors flew open instantly.
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Vincent Marcelli stepped out into the twilight, holding an automatic weapon, his face transformed into a mask of pure, apocalyptic fury.
"Get behind me, Elena!" Vincent roared.
