BLOOD DEBT
The Red Hook warehouse loomed ahead like a tomb. This was where my trauma was triggered afresh.
I checked my weapon for the third time. Glock loaded. Backup knife strapped to my thigh. Kevlar beneath my black tactical gear.
Ready.
Or as ready as I’d ever be to walk into the place where my brother had died.
“You don’t have to do this,” Dante said from the driver’s seat. “We can send Marco. Ghost. Anyone but...”
“But me?” I looked at him. “This is my fight, Dante. My family. My...” I stopped. “My revenge.”
“Then it’s ours.” He covered my hand with his. “We do this together. We end Vincent..”
Behind us, three vans full of soldiers. Dante’s best. Armed. Trained. Ready to paint the warehouse red.
Ahead, Vincent’s meeting. Five families. His coalition against us.
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