Chapter 6 - The Fall of the SyndicateVictor Vance let out a guttural, frantic shriek, lowering his flare gun as his hands shook in total, terrified panic.
Before he could react, Kareem Rahal’s chief security team moved in with blinding speed.
THWIP! THWIP!
Two suppressed rounds disabled Victor’s armed guards, while Tariq tackled Victor directly onto the wet asphalt, disarming the flare gun and locking heavy steel handcuffs around his wrists.
CLICK. CLICK.
"GET OFF ME! YOU BASTARDS!" Victor screamed, thrashing wildly as two federal marshals stepped out from the shadows to take custody of him.
Kareem Rahal walked across the wet concrete, stopping beside me, placing his broad coat around my shoulders to shield me from the cold rain.
He looked down at Victor Vance groveling in handcuffs on the pavement, then looked up at me with a depth of profound, fatherly pride that made tears warm my eyes.
"You didn't just save my business tonight, Nia," Kareem whispered softly into the rain. "You saved two hundred lives."
Within forty-eight hours, the Moretti Syndicate’s influence over the Brooklyn docks was completely dismantled.
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Victor Vance and six senior syndicate leaders were convicted of High Federal Extortion, Forgery, and Arson Conspiracy, receiving thirty-year sentences in a federal maximum-security facility without the possibility of parole.
The Red Hook terminals were fully modernized under my personal executive direction, with twenty percent of all annual shipping profits assigned to a permanent trust providing free higher-education scholarships and healthcare for port workers' families across New York.
