Chapter 8 - The Purge of the Syndicate Council
Senior Special Agent David Miller of the Federal Bureau of Investigation and six armed federal marshals marched into the penthouse suite, holding unsealed emergency warrants.
"Julian Moretti, Bradley Sterling," Agent Miller announced with unyielding legal authority. "Under Title 18 of the United States Code, you are under arrest for Conspiracy to Commit Capital Murder, Use of Prohibited Acoustic Weapons of Mass Harm against Minors, and Transnational Racketeering under the RICO Act."
Federal marshals dragged Julian to his feet, clicking heavy steel transport chains around his wrists and ankles.
Julian looked at me with wild, bloodshot eyes, weeping hysterically: "Adrien! I’m your blood! Our fathers built this empire together! You can't let them take me to a federal penitentiary!"
I did not flinch. I met his gaze with the cold, absolute finality of a sovereign king.
"My blood is sleeping safely in my house, Julian," I replied. "You are merely a traitor who made the fatal mistake of threatening what I love."
Julian was hauled out of the penthouse in chains before forty flashing news cameras gathering on Michigan Avenue.
I turned to the three remaining syndicate capos.
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"From this night forward," I declared, my voice echoing across the silent boardroom, "all family operations are 100% centralized under my direct command. Anyone who ever casts a shadow over an innocent child under my protection will be erased from history."
The three capos bowed their heads in unanimous, reverent submission.
