Chapter 13 - JUSTICE AT DAWN
Matteo looked at Salvatore, then at Lena, reading every micro-expression in the room. He slowly unbuckled his shoulder holster, letting the heavy firearm drop to the cracked tile floor with a heavy thud. Salvatore’s smile widened, lowering his guard for a split second as he prepared to gloat over his ultimate victory.
That split second was all Matteo needed.
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With explosive, superhuman speed, Matteo lunged forward, kicking a heavy metal stool across the floor directly into the shins of the nearest hitman, sending him crashing into Salvatore. The detonator flew out of the aging patriarch’s hand, clattering harmlessly across the spilled coffee tiles.
Before the remaining hitmen could react, the front windows shattered inward as Vince and three heavily armed Duca loyalists swarmed through the opening, subduing the syndicate thugs in a flurry of disciplined, professional takedowns. Within thirty seconds, the fight was over. Salvatore Rossi sat pinned against the counter, gasping for breath, staring up at Matteo in absolute horror.
