The moonlight barely touched the edges of Dante's car as it sped through Acadia's quiet streets.

Still seething from his confrontation with Romano, he typed out a code-red alert to his men.

The message was succinct and to the point.

Find whoever the hell was behind the recent attacks and don’t stop until you have something.

His hands flexed over the steering wheel as another idea struck him.

Pulling over near a shadowy alley, he activated his phone's camera.

“Enough of this hiding,” Dante growled, his voice carrying the weight of command.

“To whoever’s been tearing through my territory, taking lives like a coward. Come to me. Face me if...