Chapter 11 - The Commission Convenes
Midnight. The abandoned cathedral in Queens was illuminated only by flickering candlelight. The heads of the Five Families sat around a massive wooden table, their expressions carved from stone.
Renato stood at the head of the table, looking smug in a pristine white suit. "Damiano Vitale is a rabid dog. He slaughtered his own men this morning and kidnapped a woman. I claim leadership of the Vitale family to restore order."
The heavy oak doors of the cathedral slammed open.
Footsteps echoed off the vaulted ceiling. Damiano walked down the center aisle, completely unarmed, his hands raised to show he carried no weapons. Enzo and ten heavily armed loyalists fanned out by the doors.
"Renato," Damiano's voice boomed through the silent church. "You wear the suit well. Pity you're going to die in it."
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"Kill him!" Renato screamed at the Dons. "He broke the truce by bringing guns into the sanctuary!"
"I brought evidence," Damiano countered, tossing the yellowed ledger pages onto the center of the table. Don Falcone, the oldest and most respected boss, picked them up.
