Chapter 35

• The Rossi estate was still burning in places when the sun rose.
• Smoke curled into the gray morning sky like ghosts refusing to leave. The grand ballroom — once the site of lavish parties and bloody meetings — was now a command center littered with maps, bloodstains, and exhausted survivors. Leo stood at the head of the long oak table, freshly stitched wounds pulling tight under his shirt, staring at the dozen capos and underbosses who had survived the night.
• They all looked at him like he was the new king.