Chapter 48
The mercenary stared at Domenico, realizing with absolute, paralyzing horror that he was trapped in a room with a true monster. Domenico did not use physical torture; his psychological dominance was infinitely more devastating. "You will give me the names of every remaining Cassano operative in this state," Domenico commanded, his sharp, intimidating eyes locking onto the man's terrified gaze. "If you refuse, I will not kill you. I will keep you alive in this dark room for the rest of your natural life." The mercenary broke within minutes, sobbing as he revealed the locations of the hidden safe houses and the financial backers who had funded the rogue infiltration. Domenico committed every name to his flawless memory. He turned his back on the broken man. "Tony," Domenico called out. The bodyguard stepped into the concrete cell. "Eliminate him. And mobilize the heavy assault teams. We are going to sanitize the city tonight." The suppressed crack of a gunshot echoed briefly as Domenico walked up the stairs. He spent the entire night orchestrating a massive, coordinated purge of the underworld. By dawn, every single threat to his empire had been violently and permanently erased. The Falcone reign was utterly absolute.
