Chapter 15
The Streets Ablaze
The war for West Greenville begins. A brutal, no-holds-barred battle erupts, testing the limits of loyalty, courage, and the will to survive.
The air in West Greenville crackled with a tension so thick you could taste it on your tongue, a metallic tang that spoke of blood yet to be spilled and lives about to be shattered. It was the kind of quiet that precedes a hurricane, a suffocating stillness where every shadow seemed to writhe with unseen menace. Capone, a silhouette against the bruised twilight, stood on the roof of his usual haunt, the wind whipping his coat around him like a dark omen. Below, the familiar streets, usually alive with the rhythm of everyday life, were eerily deserted, their usual vibrant pulse muted, replaced by a gnawing dread. The Viper, Marcus Thorne, had made his move. This wasn't just a territorial dispute anymore; this was war.
Slick Rick emerged from the shadows beside him, his eyes, usually sharp and calculating, held a grim set. "They're moving, Cap. East side, pushing hard. Saw a few of their boys out scouting near the old mill."
Capone’s gaze remained fixed on the horizon, his jaw tight. "Scouting is for cowards. Thorne ain't scouting. He's coming to collect what he thinks he's owed." He turned, his eyes, usually burning with a controlled fire, now held a cold, hard glint. "Let him come. We ain't giving him nothin' but hell."
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