THE MAFIA'S PRICE
Flames roared to life, devouring wood and metal with insatiable hunger.
The inferno spread greedily, orange tongues licking up walls, black smoke billowing into the sky like a signal flare to Alexei wherever he hid. Dante stood motionless, watching it burn, the heat searing his skin but doing nothing to thaw the ice in his veins. This was just the beginning. Alexei's backups, his suppliers, his allies, his hidden networks, would all feel the blaze. Every contact traced through Anton's leaked logs would be next: safehouses razed, convoys ambushed, lieutenants hunted down in their beds.