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Chapter 6

Penulis: Ivy Monroe
Fifteen years ago, New York's underworld was divided between four old families.

The Carusos held the ports and lower Manhattan. The Bellandis controlled the west-side unions and construction money. The Marinos ran Queens through gambling rooms, off-book shipments, and street crews. The Sorrentos kept Chicago close enough to influence New York without being swallowed by it.

Back then, Matteo Bellandi was still young enough to believe a family name meant safety.

The last time the four families gat
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    Elena's mouth opened, but no sound came out.For the first time since I had known her, she did not have a ready-made sob, a trembling excuse, or a helpless look prepared for the man watching her.Matteo held the cage bars with both hands, blood running down one side of his face. The fight had nearly broken him, but his eyes were clear now, fixed on Elena with a kind of stillness I had never seen in him before."Tell him," I said.Elena shook her head.Rafael gave a small nod.One of his men placed another folder on the table. This one was thicker, filled with photographs, birth records, bank transfers, clinic logs, and copies of travel documents under three different names.I opened it in front of her."Elena Voss was a useful name," I said. "Soft enough to sound harmless. Sad enough to make your story believable. But it was never the name you were born with."Her face went white.I turned the first page toward Matteo."Her birth certificate was sealed in Palermo under a private regist

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    I looked at him."Don't look at me like I came to save you."His face changed.Good.Above us, Elena made a broken sound."Matteo, please."I turned toward her.She was still hanging from the chain, wrists bound above her head, the word LIAR cut across one cheek. Even like that, she looked at Matteo first, still hoping pain would make her useful."Bring her down," I said.The chain lowered slowly. Elena's knees buckled the moment her feet touched the platform, and two of Rafael's men caught her before she hit the floor.Matteo gripped the bars and tried to stand. His body failed him halfway, but his eyes stayed sharp."What are you doing?""What you never did," I said. "Asking the right questions."Elena shook her head at once."She's lying, Matteo. She did all of this to punish me."I smiled."I did do this to punish you."Elena froze."But that doesn't make me the liar in this room."Rafael stepped out from the shadow near the stairs, calm and silent in a dark coat. He did not need t

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    Matteo arrived at the old stockyard pit twenty-seven minutes later.The place sat beneath an abandoned meat-processing plant on the south side of Chicago. From the outside, it looked empty: rusted gates, broken windows, weeds pushing through the cracked concrete. But Matteo saw the cameras hidden under the eaves and the men waiting near the side entrance before his car even stopped.Luca stepped out behind him.Matteo glanced at him. "Stay outside.""Boss—""Ten minutes out, like I said."Luca's jaw tightened, but he did not argue.Matteo walked toward the entrance alone.An older man in a dark coat was already waiting for him by the steel door. His hair was gray, his gloves were black leather, and he looked too calm for someone standing in front of a man who had taken New York by force.He checked his watch."Mr. Bellandi," he said. "Thirty minutes. Our employer appreciates punctuality."Matteo's face stayed cold."Where is Elena?""Inside," the old man said. "If you want her alive, y

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