Silas’s POVThe drive to the Bronx was a straight shot of pure, directed violence. We didn't use the SUVs this time; we used three blacked-out vans that looked like utility vehicles. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of gun oil and the heavy breathing of twelve men who lived for this.I sat in the back, my hands steady as I checked the action on my tactical shotgun. Beside me, Father sat with Eden. He had his arm around her, pulling her into his side. She was wearing a heavy tactical jacket over her dress, the gold Schmidt crest tucked beneath the zipper. She looked like a ghost—pale, silent, and deadly."The club is called La Fortezza," I said, looking at the tablet in my lap. "Two exits. One in the front, one in the service alley. Moretti is in the basement office. He thinks the reinforced concrete and the twenty men upstairs will keep him safe.""He thinks like an old man," Father said, his voice a low, vibrating chord. "He thinks walls matter. Daniel, what’s the status of t
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