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Chapter 4 - THE ALLIANCE OF THIEVES

The cathedral had turned into a Mexican standoff.

Silas put himself in front of Fallon, his gun aimed at Dante Vance. Vance’s dozen heavily armed soldiers had both of them dead to rights. Sloan stood in the crossfire, her face remarkably calm.

“Vance,” Fallon spit, his aristocratic composure cracking. “You’re making a mistake. You think this girl is on your side? She’s playing us both.”

“She gave me your shipping manifests, Fallon,” Dante Vance sneered. “The ones showing that three of your main heroin routes run through my territory without my cut. That’s not playing me—that’s handing me your crown on a silver platter. Drop your weapon, Silas, or we turn this church into a slaughterhouse.”

Fallon looked at Sloan, his eyes burning with absolute hatred. “You think you’ve won, Sloan? Even if Vance kills me, you’ll never see a dime for your mother. Vance doesn't pay rewards. He eliminates liabilities.”

“He’s right about one thing, sweetie,” Dante Vance said, keeping his eyes on Fallon but tilting his gun slightly toward Sloan. “I appreciate the tip-off. But I can't have a civilian walking around who knows the contents of the Caruso ledger. Hand over the envelope, and maybe I’ll let you walk out of here alive.”

Sloan didn't flinch. She took a deep breath and pulled her phone from her pocket, pressing a button on the screen.

Suddenly, the massive PA speakers of the cathedral—usually reserved for hymns—vibrated with a loud static hiss. Then, a voice boomed throughout the entire church. It was Fallon’s voice from their phone call earlier:

“...I know what you took from the sunroom, girl... I know you murdered her, Fallon... I have the medical logs, the poison delivery receipts...”

Then, another voice cut in over the audio stream—a live broadcast. It was Leo’s voice, speaking from a remote location.

“This is a live stream being broadcasted to five different news networks and the FBI’s tip portal,” Leo’s voice echoed through the speakers. “If Sloan Brennan’s heart rate monitor—which is synced to this stream via her smartwatch—goes flat, or if she doesn't input a safety code every ten minutes, the full digital copy of the Caruso Ledger, including the identities of every corrupt judge, cop, and underboss in this city, will be automatically published online.”

Dante Vance froze. His men looked at each other, suddenly terrified. A public gang war was one thing, but having their names, bank accounts, and crimes leaked to the FBI in real-time meant instant, un-bailable life sentences.

Sloan looked at Dante. “I didn't bring you here to replace Fallon, Mr. Vance. I brought you here to neutralize him. If Fallon dies tonight by your hand, his automated security systems will flag it, and the ledger leaks anyway. You want his territory? Take it legally through the chaos his arrest will cause. But you touch me, or you touch my mother, and everyone in this room goes to federal prison for the rest of their lives.”

Fallon looked completely defeated. His empire, built on twenty years of blood and silence, had been dismantled in less than twenty-four hours by a girl he had forced to crawl on his floor.

“What do you want, Sloan?” Fallon whispered, his voice trembling.

“I want justice for Elena,” Sloan said, her voice hard as steel. “And I want you to feel exactly what it’s like when no one is coming to save you.”

Before anyone could move, the heavy front doors of the cathedral were blown off their hinges.

“FBI! DROP YOUR WEAPONS! ON THE GROUND NOW!”

Dozens of federal agents clad in tactical gear, shields raised, flooded the cathedral. Leo had timed the tip perfectly.

In the chaos, Dante Vance’s men dropped their weapons. Silas tried to raise his gun, but a sniper round shattered the glass behind him, taking him down instantly. Fallon Caruso dropped to his knees—the exact same polished stone position Sloan had been in the night before.

Sloan stepped past him, looking down at the fallen mob boss.

“Enjoy the marble, Fallon,” she whispered.

She walked out of the cathedral into the morning sun, escorted by federal agents who treated her not as a criminal, but as their star witness.

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