Chapter 16 - The Final Absolution
The freezing winter wind howled aggressively through the ancient, snow-covered graveyard, cutting through Lorenzo’s expensive coat like a serrated knife.
He dropped his completely empty assault rifle into the deep snow, breathing heavily as a dark, wet stain rapidly spread across his injured leg.
Allessandro kept the heavy barrel of the revolver perfectly steady, completely unaffected by the bitter cold or the brutal carnage echoing from inside the church.
Lorenzo let out a dry, manic laugh, his crazed, unhinged eyes burning with a deeply pathetic, desperate defiance.
He violently spat a curse at Allessandro in rapid, heavily accented Italian, completely refusing to beg for his miserable, worthless life.
Allessandro did not offer a dramatic speech, nor did he waste his breath trying to explain the intricate, absolute rules of loyalty and power to a rabid dog.
He simply pulled the heavy trigger once, sending a single, massive bullet directly through the dead center of Lorenzo Moretti’s forehead.
The ruthless Boston boss collapsed backward into the pristine white snow, his violent, blood-soaked reign of terror ending instantly and permanently.
Allessandro lowered his smoking weapon and let out a long, heavy sigh, watching the pure white snowflakes gently cover the gruesome, bloody scene.
Luca emerged quietly from the smoking ruins of the church a few minutes later, his tailored suit completely covered in white plaster dust and dark blood.
He respectfully informed Allessandro that every single member of the Boston hit squad had been successfully and ruthlessly eliminated without a single Romano casualty.
The decades-long, incredibly exhausting war between the two massive, powerful crime families was finally, undeniably, and permanently over.
Allessandro heavily holstered his weapon and began the long, silent walk back to the waiting armored vehicles parked on the hidden dirt road.
He felt an overwhelming, profound sense of absolute exhaustion settle deep into his bones, a heavy realization that he was finally getting far too old for this level of extreme violence.
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He desperately wanted to return to the quiet warmth of his highly secure estate, completely leaving the darkness of the underworld buried out here in the freezing snow.
The violent king of New England had finally completely conquered his enemies, but he now needed to secure the peaceful future he had aggressively fought to build.
