Chapter 7 - The Reckoning
By dawn, the attack had been completely repelled. Julian Moretti's mercenaries were either captured or neutralized, and the estate was locked down under absolute martial security.
In a secluded underground facility along the Chicago riverfront, Julian Moretti was tied to a chair, bleeding and bruised, under the glaring spotlight of an interrogation room.
Zo stepped into the light, rolling up his sleeves with terrifying calm.
"Zo... please!" Julian coughed, spitting blood onto the concrete. "It was just business! I heard you had a weak spot in the estate—a new girl!"
Zo stepped close, leaning down until his dark eyes were inches from Julian's face.
"You targeted a mother and a sick child," Zo said, his voice dropping into a register that made the air in the room freeze. "You mistook my mercy for weakness."
"I didn't know who she was to you!" Julian begged, shaking with terror.
"She is the future of the Rossi family," Zo stated coldly.
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Zo turned to Marco. "Strip the Moretti family of every asset, every warehouse, and every contract in North America. By sunset, I want the Moretti name wiped off the map."
Two hours later, the entire underworld of Chicago received the message: Zo Rossi had officially declared war on anyone who dared cross his newly claimed family.
