With no one left at the compound, the operations running under Elena Castellano's name had no product to move. Emilio couldn't even put food on the table.
That was the day he showed up with soldiers. All of them under Elena's authority.
He stared at my massive cargo convoy, a sneer curling his lips.
"Seize it."
I stepped in front of him.
"Brother, how can you be so unreasonable?"
He scoffed.
"If you hadn't been out here throwing money around and disrupting the market, the Don's daughter's operations would never have failed! Buying loyalty with coin. You've dragged the Ferraro name through the mud! The only way to stop you from lining your own pockets is to hand all this cargo over to me."
He was about to give the order again. I blocked his path.
"Brother, this is my cargo. My operation. You ran yours into the ground, so now you come to steal mine?"
"Steal?" He sneered. "I'm simply purifying your soul, little brother. Do it."
"No!"
I scrambled to stop them.
Elena's voice cut through the air.
"Hold him down."
My men and I were slammed to the ground at the same time. Every last unit of product I'd hauled all the way from the Southern Docks was seized under Emilio's name.