BLOOD AND BOARDROOMS
The call came at two in the morning.
I jolted awake. Heart hammering. Reaching for the gun I kept in the nightstand.
But it was just Dante’s phone. Buzzing. Insistent.
He answered on the third ring. Voice rough with sleep. “What?”
I watched his expression change. Harden. Go cold.
“When?” A pause. “How many?” Another pause. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
He hung up. Was already moving. Pulling on clothes.
“What happened?” I was up too. Already dressing.
“One of our warehouses. Brooklyn. Someone hit it. Burned it to the ground. Three of our guys...” He stopped. “Three dead. Two critical.”
“Vincent?”
“Don’t know yet. Could be. Could be someone else. Taking advantage of the chaos. The commission falling apart. Everyone’s scrambling for territory.” He grabbed
