#Chapter 75 - The War Rages On

Layla The war between the reinforced families of the Marcello/Orlov alliance and the Moretti/Falcone cesspit had turned the city into a chessboard of blood, violence, and fear. What had once been a tentative peace of glowering threats had erupted into full-blown battles. Gunshots ricocheted through the nights, and even the police had stopped trying to intervene. Territories changed hands like captured pawns. What had been Marcello land for years suddenly belonged to Moretti—only to be reclaimed in a bloody skirmish. Aldo and Dmiti worked with brutal efficiency—dismantling drug routes, sabotaging supply lines, taking down enemy soldiers with a steatlh-like guerilla efficiency. But it wasn’t enough. For all that we won, we lost, too. For all that we gained, we were forced into retreat. For all that we fought to keep the city from falling to ruin, our own home had been laid to waste by Marco’s relentless attacks. One night, just after I’d tucked Eli into his new bet at t