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The cold February wind felt like broken glass against my skin as I stood frozen on the frost-bitten lawn. The silver charm sat in Emma's tiny, steady palm—glinting under the pale winter sun like a drop of fresh blood. / Chapter 12 / 20

Chapter 12 - Whispers in the HarborDown at the Brooklyn docks, the salt air tasted like iron and stale diesel.

Luca stood at the edge of Pier 42, watching a massive cargo freighter maneuver into its berth. Behind him, a dozen loyal capos stood in tight silence. Since Dominic's imprisonment, the syndicate had been holding its breath, waiting to see if the crown would shatter or if I would crush any dissent.

A black town car pulled up beside the container stacks. Out stepped Marcus Vance, the aging shipping magnate who controlled half the freight moving out of New Jersey. Vance had been a silent partner in our operations for twenty years—too old to fight, too smart to cross. Or so I thought.

"Dante," Vance greeted, adjusting his wool overcoat as he walked down the pier. "Word on the street is your brother is gone. A family tragedy, they're saying. But down here at the docks, business doesn't mourn."

Luca stepped forward, his hand resting casually near his holster, but Vance didn't flinch.

"Keep your dog on a leash, Luca," Vance said coldly, turning his gaze back to me as I stepped out from the shadows of a shipping crane. "Dante, you think cutting out Dominic solved your problems. But Dominic was just a front man for the syndicate council in Chicago. They want the ports. They want the autonomous shipping lanes your wife's family originally chartered."

"Tell Chicago that my wife's family is dead, and the charter died with her," I said, my voice echoing off the corrugated metal containers.

Vance let out a dry, humorless laugh. "They know the charter didn't die. They know about the silver charm. And they know a three-year-old girl named Emma was seen carrying it on your front lawn."

My blood ran instantly cold. Emma.

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The rain drummed a frantic rhythm against the glass of the narrow brick building above Mrs. Carter’s alterations shop in Brooklyn. Dominic Moretti stood frozen on the threshold, his boots planted on the worn welcome mat, his lungs refusing to draw breath.

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Before Vance could finish his sentence, the crack of a suppressed sniper rifle shattered the quiet morning air. Vance spun around, his chest exploding in a red mist as he collapsed onto the wooden planks.

"Ambush!" Luca roared, tackling me to the ground as a hail of bullets rained down from the gantry cranes above.

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