**GABRIEL**
The war room, what Gracie didn't know I called my office when things got serious, was packed by midnight.
Marco, Vincent, Tony, and three of my most trusted captains sat around the table, faces grim. I'd spent the last two hours on the phone, calling in every favor, activating every source I had.
"Talk to me," I said, spreading surveillance photos across the table. "What do we have on the Morettis?"
Vincent slid a folder forward. "Angelo's got three main operations in the city. A shipping company at the docks- legitimate front, but they move product through there. A restaurant in Little Italy that's actually a gambling den. And a construction company they use for money laundering."
"Weaknesses?"
"The docks." Marco tapped the photo. "Security's tight, but they're overconfi
