Chapter 18 - the absolute verdict
sylvester threw carlo forcefully to the ground. he didn't execute the pathetic, weeping syndicate boss. death was far too easy for a man who had tried to publicly humiliate the empire.
"strip this warehouse," sylvester ordered his loyal men, his voice devoid of any human mercy. "take every weapon, every dollar, and every piece of operational intel. leave them absolutely nothing."
he looked down at carlo, who was clutching his broken wrist and sobbing on the dirty floor. "you are going to walk back to your remaining capos and tell them exactly what happened here tonight," sylvester commanded. "you will tell them that the ghost is back, and the cross shipping routes are entirely untouchable."
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if carlo tried to retaliate again, sylvester's men would simply hand the massive trove of morretti blackmail evidence directly to the federal authorities, ensuring they all spent the rest of their miserable lives in maximum-security prisons.
the message was absolute, devastating, and perfectly clear. the morretti syndicate was permanently broken, stripped of their power and their dignity in a single, flawless night. the legend of sylvester stallone was more terrifying than ever.
