Chapter 7 - The Federal Raid
Marco screamed in absolute agony as burning lighter fluid covered his hand.
He dropped Isabella instantly to the wet grass.
I sprinted aggressively forward and scooped her up into my trembling arms.
Red laser sights suddenly appeared everywhere, sweeping across the dark lawn.
Dozens of heavily armed men in dark tactical gear emerged silently from the surrounding forest.
They weren't local police officers or rival mafia soldiers.
The bold, yellow letters on their heavy Kevlar vests read "FBI."
Dominic instantly dropped his pistol and raised both of his hands high into the air.
"Don't shoot, I am cooperating!" Dominic yelled cowardly toward the federal agents.
A tall, stern-looking FBI commander walked confidently onto the grass.
He ignored Dominic completely and walked straight over to Vincent.
The agent pulled out a sharp tactical knife and cut the thick ropes binding Vincent to the pillar.
"Your wife made a very secure deal with us before she was murdered, Mr. Moretti," the agent stated calmly.
"She provided us with enough evidence to completely dismantle the entire Commission."
"The only missing piece was the video file locating Marco at the scene of her crash."
I cautiously stepped forward and handed the encrypted smartphone directly to the federal commander.
Marco fell entirely to his knees, realizing his massive empire was completely destroyed in seconds.
"You are a dead man, Vincent!" Marco screamed hysterically as agents aggressively handcuffed him.
Vincent rubbed his raw, bleeding wrists and walked slowly toward his treacherous brother.
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"No, Marco," Vincent said softly, a dark promise in his eyes.
"I am finally free."
