Chapter 11 - THE DOWNFALL OF DON MORETTI
Sirens wailed in the distance, growing louder by the second.
Italian federal police cars swarmed the Moretti estate from every direction, flashing red and blue lights across the grand columns.
“You called the federales?” Don Moretti roared, his face turning purple with rage.
“You betrayed the code of the families!”
“You broke the code the moment you tried to poison me and murder my bride,” Alessandro replied, his voice dropping into a deadly whisper.
“In our world, family is everything.”
“In your world, you are nothing more than parasites.”
Before Don Moretti could draw his weapon, Alessandro’s enforcers swarmed the room, disarming the remaining guards in seconds.
Federal agents poured through the front doors, weapons drawn.
“Don Moretti, you’re under arrest for international money laundering, conspiracy, and attempted murder,” the lead federal agent declared, slapping heavy steel handcuffs onto the old man’s wrists.
Bianca tried to bolt toward the rear exit.
Marcus intercepted her effortlessly, grabbing her arm and shoving her into a chair.
“Let me go!” Bianca screamed, tears of rage streaming down her face.
“Alessandro, you can’t do this! We belong together!”
Alessandro didn't even look at her.
He stood beside me, his shoulder brushing mine, his gaze fixed entirely on the horizon outside the grand window.
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“Take them away,” Alessandro commanded.
As the federal agents hauled Don Moretti and Bianca out into the night, the Moretti syndicate—an empire built on decades of blood and deceit—crumbled into dust in less than ten minutes.
