DANTE MORETTI
Revenge is sweet, but power even sweeter. And together, it tastes like an elixir of the Devil.
Right now, as I stood by the window of the hideout apartment, feeling the cold and wet gusts of wind of Chicago, I could sniff the essence of revenge and power lingering in the air.
The only thing missing was the stench of blood and dead bodies.
I waited twenty-five years for this—to feel Chicago’s soil underneath my feet, to walk the streets like I had owned it once upon a time, and to throttle my enemies with bare hands, watching the bloodbath as it would unfold.
Twenty-five years ago, Alessandro Romano began to play God and Satan to this city, controlling and gaining wealth like it was his f*****g birthright. Drugs, guns, gold, and diamonds—every illicit trade was either
