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What happened next took less than 90 seconds. A tire iron, a well-aimed trash can lid, and the satisfying crunch of a kneecap. Snake tattoo gurgled into a puddle of oil and rainwater.

The lead thug, a tall guy with a snake tattoo on his neck, puffed his chest. “Not anymore. Tell Vince he’s late on his percentage.” What happened next took less than 90 seconds

On the drive back, the radio crackled with a news report about the mayor’s new anti-corruption task force. Toni laughed. The same mayor who took kickbacks from the Yakuza last year. The lead thug, a tall guy with a

His phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number: “The Leone family sends its regards. We have a problem at the docks. A shipment of ‘produce’ is being rerouted by some freelancers. Clean it up. — V” Toni laughed

As the last thug slumped, Toni pried open the crate. Inside wasn’t olive oil. It was pristine, military-grade body armor. The kind the Forelli family uses.

The docks were a maze of shipping containers and silence. Three men in cheap suits stood by a crate marked “Fragrant Olive Oil.” Amateurs. They didn’t even have a lookout.

Toni smirked. Vincenzo. Still using middlemen. Still too scared to ask him directly.