My daughter's jaw was shattered by a crime boss's sons; I brought my old underworld crew out of retirement to dismantle his empire.
Part 1
💥 **My daughter’s jaw was shattered by a crime boss’s sons — so I brought my old crew out of retirement to dismantle his empire.**
My daughter, Maya, was just leaving her art class in downtown Boston. She called me to say she was going to grab a coffee.
An hour later, I was standing over her hospital bed, staring at the surgeon’s rendering of her jaw—shattered in six places. Three wealthy young men from the Sorrentino family had done this.
Their father, my old mentor Dante Sorrentino, assured me the police would be powerless. I’d spent years trying to forget the man I used to be.
But watching Maya breathe through a tube, I knew I had no choice but to bring “Task Force Specter” back from the dead.
Detective Ramirez met me in the hall of Boston General Hospital. His face was grim.
“Mr. Kravitz, I’m sorry to tell you this.”
He paused, looking over his shoulder.
“Internal affairs has ordered us to drop Maya’s case. Key evidence, the security footage from the alley, has been… misplaced.”
My jaw tightened. Dante had been right.
I walked back into Maya’s room, her breathing still labored through the tube. Her eyes, though swollen, seemed to track me.
I pulled out my old burner phone, the one I hadn’t touched in years. My fingers moved without thought.
“Silas,” I said into the receiver. “It’s time.”
Next was Roxy.
“They hurt her,” I told her, my voice flat. “It’s time.”
Maya shifted in the bed, a soft groan escaping her lips. Her gaze met mine, and I saw a flicker of something familiar—a hardness she hadn’t seen in years—returning to my own.
Part 2
Days later, the sterile hospital smells were replaced by the hum of Silas’s servers in our new safe house. Roxy was already sifting through Dante’s public businesses, mapping out every legitimate front. I wanted to start small, a quiet reconnaissance.
My first instruction to Silas was a simple data probe. I needed to test the digital perimeter around the Sorrentino shell corporations. We expected to find vulnerabilities, maybe a slow, delayed response.
Silas initiated the query. His screen flashed for a split second, then went dead. It wasn’t a standard firewall.
It was an advanced digital counter-measure, deployed the moment our probe touched their network. Dante hadn’t just reacted; he had anticipated my methods.
He knew I was coming, and he knew how I worked. This would be a far more complex game.
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