Chapter 14 - The Judas Trap
The abandoned, heavily rusted shipyard on the absolute edge of the Providence harbor was incredibly dark, freezing cold, and completely isolated from the city.
Marco, completely oblivious to the fact that his treason had been discovered, drove his expensive, imported luxury sedan into the damp, echoing warehouse.
He firmly believed he was arriving for a secret, highly lucrative midnight meeting with Lorenzo's top enforcers to hand over the latest stolen security schedules.
As he confidently stepped out of his warm vehicle clutching a heavy metal briefcase, the massive steel doors of the warehouse suddenly slammed shut behind him.
Blinding, high-intensity industrial floodlights violently clicked on from every single angle, completely blinding the terrified, trapped traitor.
When Marco's eyes finally adjusted to the harsh glare, he saw Allessandro Romano sitting calmly on a wooden shipping crate, casually smoking a thick Cuban cigar.
Luca stepped out of the freezing shadows, his face an absolute mask of pure, unbridled fury, and brutally struck Marco across the jaw with the butt of his pistol.
Marco collapsed heavily onto the unforgiving concrete floor, spitting a mouthful of warm blood and shattered teeth onto his expensive leather shoes.
He immediately began to beg, sobbing hysterically and pleading for his miserable life, blaming his betrayal on massive, inescapable gambling debts.
Allessandro slowly walked over and forcefully pressed the burning cherry of his cigar directly into the traitor’s shoulder, ignoring the agonizing, pathetic screams.
He coldly informed Marco that he was going to make exactly one final, highly monitored phone call to his new friends in Boston.
Marco was aggressively ordered to tell Lorenzo that Allessandro would be traveling completely unprotected to a remote, countryside church the following Sunday.
It was a brilliantly constructed, entirely fatal lie designed to completely flip the tactical advantage back into the hands of the Romano empire.
Marco frantically dialed the encrypted number with violently shaking hands, flawlessly delivering the desperate lie while Luca pressed a gun barrel hard against his spine.
When the tense phone call was finally completed, Marco looked up at Allessandro with wet, pathetic eyes, foolishly hoping for a shred of merciful forgiveness.
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Allessandro simply turned his back and casually walked away into the freezing darkness, signaling the end of the interrogation.
The incredibly loud, deafening roar of Luca’s pistol echoed violently through the empty warehouse, permanently erasing the traitor from the earth.
