Chapter 7 - The Loyal Army
Dominic stepped protectively in front of his daughter and raised his empty hands.
He fully expected Marco's treacherous men to open fire and end his life.
Instead, the tactical floodlights flipped on, blinding Dominic for a brief moment.
When his vision cleared, he saw eighty heavily armed men standing in perfect formation.
At the front of the army stood old Carmine, Dominic's most trusted and ruthless street captain.
Carmine lowered his assault rifle and gave a deep, respectful bow to his boss.
"Marco told the families you were dead, sir," Carmine said with a gruff voice.
"But we knew that rat was lying to steal your throne."
Dominic felt a fierce surge of pride and power returning to his veins.
He realized the entire underworld had not completely fallen for Marco's pathetic coup.
Dominic ordered Carmine to equip every single man with heavy armor and maximum ammunition.
They were going to storm the private island asylum and burn it to the ground.
The massive army loaded into a fleet of stealth transport helicopters hidden at a nearby airfield.
Dominic kissed his daughter's forehead and told Anna to keep Mia perfectly safe in the warehouse.
He climbed into the lead chopper, his eyes burning with absolute, lethal vengeance.
The helicopters flew low over the dark ocean, remaining completely invisible to local radar.
They approached the towering stone walls of the isolated psychiatric facility.
Dominic kicked the side door open and loaded a specialized, armor-piercing magazine into his rifle.
The courtyard of the facility was swarming with Marco's heavily armed mercenaries.
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Dominic raised his weapon and whispered a cold promise to the night sky.
"Every single one of you is going to die."
