00:00:00
The worm finished.
Screens went black across the world.
Then red text, my text, hit every cartel phone, every bank, every news station:
SINALOA IS DEAD.
$4,727,554,891.02 BURNED.
THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU TOUCH MY FAMILY.
– I. MORETTI
I didn’t sign it Queen. I signed it Moretti.
His name. My name now.
Dante stood beside me. Floor 80. Red Room. 12 hours since Moscow. 12 hours since we dropped The Wolf 40 floors.
His arm was in a sling. Three bullets. Shoulder. Ribs. Thigh. He should be in a hospital. He refused.
Dons don’t bleed in public.
“Report,” he said.
Vincent stepped forward. Alive. Barely. He’d been shot twice getting Chen’s body out. Chen was dead. The Wolf lied—he killed him before we got there. We brought his body home anyway.
“Sinaloa moved,” Vince
