The coordinated strike happened at exactly 3 AM.
While I slept beside Dante, the Commission's plan went into motion across all five boroughs. Connor O'Malley's people shut down port operations, stranding three Bratva shipments. Wei Chen's connections at the banks flagged dozens of accounts for investigation, freezing millions in assets. The Castellanos used their police contacts to raid several nightclubs. The DiMarcos and Russos pressured suppliers, landlords, and community leaders to cut ties with Russian operations.
By morning, the Bratva had lost access to approximately sixty percent of their New York infrastructure.
I woke to Dante on the phone, pacing the bedroom, a map of the city spread across the desk.
"Confirmed? … Good. What about Brighton Beach? … Excellent. Yes, keep watching.
Any movement, I want to know immediately." He hung up and noticed me awake. "Morning, beautiful."
"Morning. How bad is it?"
