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Chapter 15: The Butcher's Head
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EMERALD TOWER - 20TH FLOOR (PENTHOUSE) - 06:30 AM

Golden morning sunlight pierced through the floor-to-ceiling glass walls of the luxurious penthouse. In the distance, the Statue of Liberty looked tiny amidst the glittering bay.

Silas "The Butcher" Vance sat on a black leather sofa, sipping his morning Espresso. His legs were crossed casually on the marble table. A Bluetooth headset was in his ear.

"It's done, Don," Silas said calmly. "The rats walked into the trap at the slaughterhouse. I rained three hundred bullets on them and blew up the gas tank. No survivors!"

On the other end of the line, Don Costello's raspy voice sounded satisfied. "Good, Silas. Make sure the bodies disappear. I don't want the police sniffing around!"

"Of course. My men are cleaning up the charcoal remains right now. Pier 4 is clean again."

Silas hung up. He smiled, staring at his reflection in the window glass. Neat, elegant, deadly. He had just taken care of a small problem named Marco Rossi. Now, he could
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