Volkov spat dark blood onto the floorboards, glaring at Lorenzo with feral, venomous defiance that spoke of years of prison warfare in Siberia. "Go to hell, Falcone. Salvatore Moretti has twenty million dollars in military munitions waiting at the Calumet River rail yards. Tomorrow morning, his men will detonate three fuel tankers under the Loop! The entire financial district will be a crater, and the federal government will wipe your…
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