Chapter 53 - the hidden heir
deep within the damp, concrete catacombs beneath the old coastal shipyard, a man stood before a flickering wall of surveillance monitors. this was lucas, the secret biological son of the deceased black mamba leader whom damian cross had executed years ago.
unlike his father, lucas was not a reckless street thug; he was a cold, calculating tactician who had spent twenty years in european exile plotting a meticulous campaign of absolute vengeance. he had watched from afar as sophia transformed the syndicate into a legitimate empire, and he despised her success even more than her father's power.
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"they think the dynasty is clean," lucas whispered to his shadowy subordinates, a twisted grin distorting his face as he watched live footage of the cross estate gates. "they forgot that blood cries out for blood. we will take everything she loves, starting with her precious son, and make her watch the kingdom burn to ash."
he raised a glass of cheap whiskey, toasting to an impending slaughter that would rewrite the history of boston's underworld forever.
