CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED AND FORTY NINE – WORK FOR THE NEW DON

They raced down to the garage, where Carlos was already waiting with a black SUV. As they sped through the quiet streets of Albuquerque, Marco briefed them on the situation. "The Morettis hit our main distribution center," he explained, his voice tight. "They thought we'd be vulnerable right after the funeral. We need to show them they're wrong." As they neared the warehouse district, the sound of gunfire echoed through the night. Carlos cursed under his breath, accelerating towards the chaos. "Stay close to me," Marco told Jasmine, his hand squeezing hers briefly before he checked his weapon. The scene that greeted them was one of utter chaos. The warehouse was ablaze, thick smoke billowing into the night sky. Cesaro men were engaged in a fierce firefight with the Moretti attackers, the air filled with the crack of gunshots and shouts of pain and anger. As soon as Carlos brought the SUV to a screeching halt, they were under fire. Marco pushed Jasmine down, shielding her with his