Chapter 7 - The Symphony of ViolenceIt wasn't a firefight. It was an execution.
From the shadows above, silent and relentless, Joseph Trevino and Marco descended like avenging angels on rappel lines. Before Rossi’s guards could even raise their weapons, muffled suppressors coughed twice in rapid succession. Two thugs dropped instantly, their bodies hitting the concrete without a sound.
"Ambush! Kill the old man!" Rossi shrieked, blindly firing his pistol toward the ceiling.
Norma didn't hesitate. Remembering every survival instinct she had learned working the treacherous docks, she threw herself forward, tackling her father out of the chair just as a hail of shotgun pellets splintered the wood where his head had been a second before.
"Dad, stay down!" she yelled, shielding his body with her own.
Across the warehouse floor, the dance of death played out in strobing flashes of muzzle fire. Joseph moved with terrifying grace, his Sig Sauer spitting fire with lethal rhythm. One by one, Rossi’s men were dismantled, neutralized, and left bleeding on the cold concrete.
Rossi, realizing he was the last man standing, lunged forward with a hunting knife, diving toward Norma with a feral scream. "If I die, you're coming with me!"
He raised the blade to plunge it into Norma's back—
BANG.
Joseph’s bullet caught Rossi squarely in the shoulder, spinning him around. Before Rossi could hit the ground, Joseph was already there, his boot slamming down onto Rossi’s wrist and sending the knife skittering across the floor.
Joseph grabbed Rossi by the lapels of his jacket, lifting the bloodied man off his feet with one hand, his face a mask of cold, unmitigated fury.
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"You touch my dog," Joseph whispered, his voice dangerously low, "you lose your warehouse. You touch my girl... you lose your life."
With a brutal heave, Joseph hurled Rossi into a stack of rusted iron pipes. The man slumped down, unconscious and broken.
