The Vitale headquarters in Ashford lay in ruins.
Lorenzo's forces had surrounded the building, severed every line of communication, and cut off all reinforcements.
On the top floor, Nero stood inside his office with blood soaking through his shirt. Only a handful of wounded loyalists remained at his side.
He hadn't run out of ammunition.
He had deliberately retreated to the penthouse, partly to buy time for the family's hidden forces to arrive and partly to lure Lorenzo into the open.
"Nero!" Lorenzo's voice thundered through a loudspeaker.
"Give it up! Come outside, kneel at my feet, and kiss my shoes three times. Hand over the Boss's ring, and maybe I'll leave enough of you to bury."
His laughter crackled through the speakers.
"Oh, and I have some good news. The men I sent to Kes
