Chapter 13 - Blood on the Docks
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The casino exploded into absolute chaos.
Valenti’s guards reached for their shoulder holsters, but Wesley’s men fired first, unleashing a hail of controlled gunfire that shattered mirrors, broke poker tables, and sent cash flying into the blood-stained air.
Wesley moved through the room like a grim reaper, taking down enemies with terrifying precision. Every shot was calculated, every movement driven by the lingering image of his sister gasping for air on her bed.
Within five minutes, the room fell dead silent again, save for the groans of wounded men and the hum of fluorescent lights.
Don Valenti was cornered against the wall, clutching a bullet wound in his thigh, his face pale with horror.
“Wait! Wesley, wait!” Valenti begged, holding his bloody hands up. “It wasn't my idea! It was your fiancée! Celeste came to us! She wanted your harbor empire!”
Wesley walked up to the old man, bringing the barrel of his rifle to rest directly against Valenti’s forehead.
“You accepted her offer,” Wesley said coldly. “You handed her the poison.”
“I’ll pay you!” Valenti screamed. “Ten million! Twenty million! Take all my docks!”
“My sister’s life isn't for sale,” Wesley whispered.
A single shot echoed inside the processing plant.
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Wesley lowered his weapon, turning his back on the fallen mafia Don. He looked at Marco, who was wiping blood from his cheek.
“Burn this place to the ground,” Wesley ordered. “Let every family in New York know what happens when they touch a Cain.”
