Chapter 17 - The Ultimate Test
The incredibly heavy, freezing rain continued to aggressively pour down as Marco stared at the violently defeated, heavily bleeding Silas Thorne.
Silas coughed violently, aggressively spitting dark blood into the thick mud as he glared heavily up at the terrifying, completely victorious mafia king.
"Just completely kill me, Marco," Silas wheezed aggressively, a twisted, highly disturbing smile completely spreading across his broken, bloody face.
"If you completely leave me alive, I will heavily spend every single day in prison aggressively planning how to violently murder your beautiful bride."
It was the absolute, ultimate psychological test, a deeply horrific temptation deliberately designed to violently drag Marco completely back into the absolute darkness.
Marco slowly reached down to his heavy leather boot, his scarred fingers gently brushing against the cold, familiar steel of a hidden tactical knife he carried for emergencies.
He completely knew that one swift, violent motion would absolutely permanently end this terrifying, horrific threat forever.
He could easily claim it was completely self-defense in the chaotic, incredibly violent shootout, and Agent Harris would likely completely look the other way.
Marco slowly drew the incredibly sharp, heavy blade, completely stepping forward as the violent, terrifying mafia monster inside him aggressively demanded absolute blood.
But as he looked deeply into Silas's dark, pathetic eyes, Marco completely saw the horrific, empty reflection of exactly what he used to be.
He completely remembered the gentle, incredibly warm touch of little Leo’s tiny hand, and the absolute, beautiful trust completely shining in Jenny’s loving eyes.
Marco suddenly stopped completely, heavily taking a massive, incredibly deep breath of the freezing, rainy night air.
He slowly, deliberately sheathed the heavy tactical knife, completely turning his broad back on the pathetic, bleeding cartel boss.
"You are absolutely not worth my soul, Silas," Marco stated softly, his deep voice carrying absolute, complete victory over his own inner demons.
"You are going to completely rot in a tiny federal cage, and my beautiful family is going to absolutely completely forget that you ever even existed."
Agent Harris aggressively sprinted heavily around the corner, his heavy weapon completely drawn, heavily flanked by six heavily armed federal agents.
Harris stopped completely in his tracks, heavily staring in absolute awe as he watched the legendary, utterly ruthless Marco Vitelli completely surrender a helpless enemy to the law.
"He is completely all yours, Agent Harris," Marco said quietly, heavily raising his massive, completely empty hands to show he was absolutely unarmed.
Harris slowly lowered his heavy gun, completely realizing that he had just witnessed an absolute, genuine miracle in the dark, violent criminal underworld.
"You actually completely kept your word, Vitelli," Harris muttered in absolute shock, aggressively waving his agents forward to violently handcuff the heavily bleeding Silas.
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Marco completely ignored the federal agents, turning his face heavily up toward the dark, rainy sky and feeling completely, finally, absolutely clean.
The terrifying king of the Chicago underworld was officially, completely dead, and a truly good man had completely, finally been born.
