Chapter 2 - Blood Ties
I stared at the photograph as the bakery spun around me.
My brother Antonio had sworn he never had any children.
I scooped Emma up in my arms and ordered my men to secure the building.
We moved through the back alley to my armored SUV.
The little girl buried her face in my shoulder.
I promised her that nobody would ever hurt her again.
My phone buzzed with an encrypted message from my security team.
They had found the black sedan abandoned near the Brooklyn docks.
There was blood on the passenger seat.
I tightened my grip on the steering wheel as we sped toward my compound.
Marco called me from the passenger seat with a grim look on his face.
He said the license plate belonged to a corrupt NYPD detective.
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That detective was on the payroll of the Volkov syndicate.
The Russians had just declared war on my family.
