Chapter 30 - The Unyielding Empire The heavy iron gates of the Vatello estate groaned as massive hydraulic rams slammed against the reinforced steel bars, trying to force an entry into the fortress.
Dante Vatello stood at the head of the grand staircase, his Sig Sauer gripped tightly in his right hand, the heavy gold signet ring catching the red emergency lights overhead. Beside him stood Leo, holding a customized compact tactical rifle with a grip engineered specifically for his small hands. Behind them, Nico and fifty elite loyalist enforcers locked down every corridor and balcony of the manor.
The glass of the grand foyer shattered as the first concussion grenade landed on the marble floor.
Dante looked down at his son—the boy who had kicked a hundred-dollar bill into the slush of a Chicago street market just months ago, igniting a war that had reshaped the underworld.
"Are you ready, Leo?" Dante asked, his voice steady and low.
Leo cocked the rifle with a sharp, metallic snap, his dark, depthless eyes fixed on the smoke pouring through the shattered front doors.
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"Let them come," Leo replied, a cold, perfect mirror of his father's smile touching his lips. "We built this house on blood and iron. Let’s see if they can take it back."
As the first wave of invaders charged across the threshold, the twin barrels of the Vatello legacy opened fire, plunging the estate into a ferocious, deafening battle for the survival of their dynasty.
