Chapter 16
Betrayal's Bitter End
Slick Rick's divided loyalties come to a head during the battle, forcing a choice with devastating consequences for himself and those he cares about.
The air in the abandoned warehouse hung thick with the metallic tang of old blood and the acrid bite of stale sweat. Dust motes danced in the slivers of moonlight that pierced the grimy windows, illuminating the grim tableau. Capone, his scarred face a mask of cold fury, stood center, his eyes, like chips of obsidian, sweeping over the scene before him. The bodies of Thorne’s men lay scattered like fallen leaves after a brutal autumn storm, a testament to the ferocity of the fight that had just concluded. But the victory was hollow, a bitter pill that coated Capone’s tongue.
Slick Rick stood a few paces away, his chest heaving, a dark stain spreading across his worn leather jacket. He avoided Capone’s gaze, his own eyes fixed on the ground, a silent confession etched in his posture. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, broken only by the ragged breaths of the surviving members of Capone’s crew.
“He gone?” Capone’s voice was a low growl, barely audible above the thrumming in his own ears.
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