Chapter 12 - the bloody secret
After half an hour of merciless interrogation, Marco's will was completely crushed. He slumped on the chair, barely breathing, his face battered, sobbing as he confessed the entire horrifying truth.
"It's the Falcone family," Marco hissed through blood-stained teeth. "They want to take over the East harbor. They took the madam to force you to surrender all your shares and control."
Dante's eyes darkened. The Falcones were the Russo family's sworn rival gang. They had broken the peace treaty by daring to touch a boss's most precious possession.
"Where are they keeping her?" Dante's voice was now reduced to a dangerous growl, like a fierce beast preparing to tear apart prey that dared to invade its sacred territory.
"Warehouse number 4... at the old docks," Marco whispered weakly, his eyes pleading. "I swear... I've told you everything. Please spare me. I'm just a pawn forced to participate in this!"
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Dante turned on his heel and walked out of the dark basement. He waved his hand, signaling his loyal bodyguards. "Finish him." Betrayal in the mafia world is always paid in blood.
👉 read part 13 to witness the dock sweep.
