Chapter 13
The Trap is Sprung
Capone, anticipating Gunns' move, sets a trap. He uses the lieutenant's plan and the betrayal to lure Gunns into a confrontation on his own terms.
The city held its breath, a coiled serpent under the humid blanket of the late afternoon. Dust motes danced in the shafts of sunlight piercing the grimy windows of the abandoned warehouse, each one a tiny spark of anticipation. King Capone, a figure carved from granite and shadows, stood at the center of the cavernous space, his gaze sweeping over the faces of his YNs. They were a sea of young, hungry faces, their eyes reflecting a mixture of fear and fierce devotion. The air crackled with an energy that was both volatile and electric, the quiet before the storm.
“He thinks he’s slick,” Capone’s voice, a low rumble that carried the weight of command, cut through the hushed silence. “He thinks he can waltz in here, snatch what’s ours, and walk away clean. Gunns is a fool. A desperate, cornered fool.”
Beside him, Capone’s Lieutenant, a man whose face bore the etchings of a thousand battles, nodded grimly. His name was Marcus, and he was the steady hand that guided the YNs when Capone’s own fury threatened to consume him. “He’s predictable, King. He’s all ego and brute force. We’ve seen his kind before.”
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