All Chapters of Black Network: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Dominic tore off his suit jacket and threw it on the table."Gabe's boys are turning the city upside down," he said. "Ceasefire's on. For now."Lina leaned against the server rack, arms crossed. "What's the deal, Dom?""We pull our shooters. Ichiro recalls his Vanguard hitters. Anybody drops a body tonight, Gabe locks them up federal.""We just got our asses kicked out there." Lina's jaw tightened. "You really think Gabe's gonna play fair once we're both disarmed? The Japanese still have their offshore cash."Something twisted in Dominic's gut. He didn't let it show. "Takahashi's getting squeezed just as hard. Gabe's holding asset freeze warrants over both our heads. We shoot, we lose everything that's left."Alexei slammed his pipe down on the floor. "They torched three of our hubs! The whole north side's ash, and my men are in the morgue! You want me to tell my guys to stand down while their friends rot in the ground? That the plan?""They'll get their blood." Dominic's voice droppe

Dominic swirled the liquor in his crystal glass, his face expressionless as he stared at the man standing on the other side of the high cocktail table. Marcus Sterling, one of the biggest shipping magnates on the coast, adjusted his silk tie and pointed a manicured finger toward the tall glass windows."The streets are a total mess, Moretti," Sterling said, his voice dripping with aristocratic annoyance. "My drivers are refusing to go near the harbor. The highways are covered in smoke, and the damn sirens are driving my board crazy."Dominic set his glass down on the wood with a dull thud. "The shooting stopped, Sterling. The union is already out there clearing the bricks.""Words don't buy security in a war zone," Sterling countered, leaning in. "You want my shipping containers, but all you're offering me is promises. My investors want safety.""Gabe's marshals are locking down the whole perimeter," Dominic replied, his voice an icy, flat rumble. "The smoke is clearing, and the cease

The heavy iron gates of the Moretti estate swung open with a dull screech, the tires of the black sedan crunching heavily against the fresh gravel.Dominic stepped out of the vehicle, adjusting the cuffs of his tailored suit jacket. He looked up, his dark eyes scanning the restored stone facade of the main house. There wasn't a single bullet hole left.Hugo walked down the marble steps, holding a thick leather folder tight in his right hand."Tell me we're good to go, Hugo," Dominic said, his voice flat and commanding."Thirty days of non-stop work," Hugo replied, tapping the folder. "The contractors just finished the final walk-through this morning. The place is like a fortress now, boss. Better than before the bombs hit.""What about the distribution hubs?" Dominic asked, walking up the steps."Fully operational," Hugo opened the folder as he followed him inside. "Alexei's boys cleared every bit of rubble out of the yards. The new concrete is dry, and the East Pier is already runnin

Valentina tightened her jaw, her eyes widening slightly."By the time you get out of this cage," Dominic pointed a thick, calloused finger right at the glass, "you're gonna walk into an empire you won't even recognize. This family is gonna own the sky."Dominic stood up straight, not waiting for her to answer, and calmly buttoned his suit jacket."We're done here," Dominic said.He slammed the black receiver back onto the metal hook with a loud clack.Valentina sat frozen, watching him turn his back on her. Dominic walked straight toward the heavy steel exit. Valentina kept her receiver pressed tight against her ear for a few seconds longer, listening to the loud, empty buzz of the dial tone. She reached out, her fingers tracing the deep scratches on the partition wall. Kenji stepped out onto the rain-slicked pavement, his wrinkled suit hanging loose on his thin frame. Freezing water immediately soaked through his expensive leather shoes. Shinjiro was leaning against the back door,

The buzzing neon sign outside the vacant diner flashed a violent red, casting bloody streaks across the rain-slicked glass windows.Moss sat alone in the corner booth, staring blankly down into the stone-cold black coffee in her ceramic mug. The diner door suddenly swung open, the rusty little bell chiming once over the downpour.Director Gabe walked across the checkered floor, his heavy boots squeaking against the linoleum. He didn't take off his tailored trench coat as he slid into the vinyl seat directly opposite her."Drink your coffee, Moss. Sit up," Gabe said, his voice carrying the flat, brutal authority of a man who owned the department.Moss didn't move her head, her thumbnail tracing a chip on the rim of her mug. "The guy is dead, Moss. It's over," Gabe stated coldly, leaning over the table. "But the rest of the scum are still moving. The detention center just let Kenji out of the lockup today. He's already back on the street."Moss slammed her hand down on the laminate woo