Two Days Later
Rain poured heavily across Chicago that night.
The city lights reflected across wet streets while distant sirens echoed between towering buildings. Deep within the South Side, music blasted violently from a nightclub owned by the Moretti family, one of the oldest criminal organizations still operating within the city.
Inside the VIP lounge on the highest floor, cigar smoke and expensive alcohol filled the air while men laughed loudly around a poker table.
Marco Moretti sat at the center. The fat aging mob boss leaned back comfortably while a young woman poured him another glass of whiskey. Around him stood armed guards dressed in expensive suits while music vibrated softly through the walls.
Then Marco froze and his smile disappeared. The whiskey glass slipped from his hand and shattered across the floor.
At first nobody understood what happened. Then blood began leaking from his nose.
