Chapter 10: Marquis Velshekar
In one of the Bronx's narrowest, darkest alleys, a man lies motionless on the ground. A distant streetlamp barely lights the scene.
His pristine white clothes and black fedora are drenched in fresh blood. Six bullets have ripped through his chest, but somehow, he's still breathing. His name is Vincenzo Carbone—Vinny to most, one of Little Italy's most notorious bosses.
He's a middle-aged man, short and broad-shouldered, bald, with long, curly mustaches.
Three men stand around Vinny's body. Two wear sharp, dark gray suits.
The third is different.
He's much more muscular and hides under a long black cloak that touches the ground.
His hood covers his face completely, leaving only darkness.
The man in the black cloak makes a silent hand gesture.
No words are needed.
The other two understand immediately.
They walk to the entrance of the dark, narrow alley and stand guard, making sure no one sees or disturbs their boss and Vinny.