Chapter 23 - the ghost language
they bypassed the police entirely and dragged the failed assassin down into the soundproof basement of their flagship restaurant. the young man trembled violently, chained to a metal chair under a single, blinding bulb. gabriel paced in the darkness, radiating lethal intention. tessa sat gracefully across from the captive, her velvet gown contrasting sharply with the grim, blood-stained concrete floor. the assassin begged for mercy in broken english, swearing he knew nothing about the lucchese family's main operations. tessa leaned forward. she did not yell or threaten him. instead, she began speaking in the thick, antiquated palermo dialect—the language of ghosts. the assassin froze, his eyes widening in pure, unadulterated terror as he realized the young queen of new york spoke the forgotten tongue of the sicilian underworld's founding fathers. the psychological warfare completely shattered his defenses. he realized he was not dealing with an amateur, but a true heir to the dark throne. weeping uncontrollably, he confessed everything. he revealed that the lucchese family had already smuggled a massive shipment of illegal military-grade weaponry into the city, hidden inside a legitimate pharmaceutical convoy arriving at midnight.
👉 can gabriel intercept the deadly shipment before it arms the enemy?
