Chapter 37 The Final Warning

• The streets of the city had always carried an undercurrent of danger, but tonight, it was different. Tonight, the air was thick with the scent of war.
• Beneath the dim glow of the streetlights, blood pooled on the pavement, spreading from the lifeless body of Marco Salvatore, one of Ivan’s most trusted men.
• His body had been left on display in the alley behind Callahan’s nightclub—a warning painted in crimson. A single bullet to the head, execution-style. No struggle. No hesitation. Just a clean, merciless kill.