Chapter 5 - Hunting the Shadows
While the compound remained a sanctuary, the city of New York became a furnace. Gabriel sat in his subterranean war room, the walls lined with digital monitors tracking the movements of every rival family in the tri-state area.
Vincent dropped a heavy file onto the desk. "We found the hospital mole. It was an administrator in the admissions office. He took a hundred grand from the Valetti family to leak Daniel’s room number and look away when the hit squad arrived."
"Where is he?" Gabriel asked, his voice deadly quiet.
"In the basement of our warehouse in Brooklyn. Marco is... questioning him."
The Unholy AllianceGabriel stood up, buttoning his charcoal suit jacket. "The Valettis wouldn't have the stones to attack a pediatric ward alone. They're broke, Vincent. Their docks were seized by the feds last month. Who financed this?"
"We intercepted a encrypted wire transfer from a shell company in Panama," Vincent replied, hitting a key on the console. A photo appeared on the main screen—a slick, silver-haired man in a tailored Italian suit. "Donny 'The Viper' Marcone. He’s funding the Valettis. He wants your territory, Gabriel. He figures if he breaks your spirit by killing Daniel, the Moretti empire will crumble from within."
Gabriel stared at Marcone's image. A cold, predatory rage filled his veins.
"He wants a war," Gabriel whispered. "Give him one. Tell our men to hit every warehouse, every gambling den, and every front business Marcone owns in Manhattan. I want him isolated. I want him hiding in his own skin."
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"And what about the broker who set the meeting at Le Jardin?" Vincent asked.
"Kill him," Gabriel said coldly. "Kill everyone who smiled at me last night while my son was suffocating."
