Chapter 9 - Blood on the Marble
The rival boss, a ruthless man named Sal Maroni, smiled cruelly as he walked slowly down the stairs.
He kept his heavy revolver pressed firmly against the trembling temple of Norah’s younger brother.
Norah screamed his name, desperately trying to run forward, but Vincent held her tightly back.
Sal laughed and complimented Vincent on surviving the heavy metal poisoning he had so carefully arranged.
He admitted that Norah’s brother was merely a pathetic gambling addict who sold out the Rossy family to clear his debts.
The boy sobbed uncontrollably, begging his sister for forgiveness as tears streamed down his bruised face.
Sal demanded that Vincent formally sign over all the union contracts and shipping docks immediately.
If Vincent refused the absolute surrender, Sal promised to execute the boy right in front of Norah.
Vincent stood perfectly straight, his face an impenetrable mask of cold, calculating authority.
He slowly reached into his blood-stained jacket and pulled out a folded stack of legal documents.
He casually tossed the papers onto the marble floor at the bottom of the grand staircase.
Sal greedily took his eyes off his hostage for a split second to look down at the contracts.
That tiny distraction was the only opening Vincent’s recovering underboss ever needed.
A single, suppressed gunshot echoed from the high balcony above the grand foyer.
Enzo, still wearing his hospital gown and leaning heavily on a crutch, had fired a perfect sniper shot.
The bullet struck Sal directly in the shoulder, spinning the older man violently to the floor.
Norah’s brother screamed and dropped flat onto his stomach, covering his head with his hands.
Vincent casually walked over to the bleeding rival boss and kicked the silver revolver far away.
He looked down at Sal with eyes colder than a winter storm in Brooklyn.
He coldly stated that the Rossy empire would never belong to a coward who hid behind children.
Vincent raised his own handgun and fired one final, decisive shot into the darkness.
He turned toward the terrified brother cowering on the marble floor and grabbed him by the collar.
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Vincent coldly ordered the boy to leave the city tonight and never, ever return, or he would die.
The boy nodded frantically, scrambled to his feet, and ran out into the rainy night without looking back.
