Chapter 6 - The War for the Heirs
The mansion was placed on absolute, impenetrable lockdown. The Moretti family had crossed the ultimate line by attempting to poison the children through an internal mole.
"They used Yates," Prescott reported to Lawson inside the war room, his face grim. "Marcus confessed before we handed him over to our clean-up crew. Dr. Yates was heavily in debt to the Moretti casinos. He wasn't treating the twins' leukemia; he was slowly administering low-dose immune-suppressants to make their bodies fail naturally, masking it as advanced stage cancer."
Lawson’s hands trembled with a rage so violent it felt atomic. "My children don't have terminal leukemia?"
"They have leukemia, boss, but it was completely treatable," Prescott said, a flicker of hope in his eyes. "Yates was intentionally killing them on Moretti’s orders. When Waverly took over and stopped Yates’s medications, their bodies naturally started fighting back. That’s why they improved."
Lawson didn't say a word. He walked out of the war room and straight into the medical wing. Waverly was sitting on the floor, her hands shaking as she cleaned up the spilled milk, her arm bruised from the scuffle with Marcus.
Lawson dropped to his knees beside her. For the first time in his life, the feared king of Chicago took a woman’s hands in his with utter reverence.
"You saved them," Lawson whispered, his voice cracking. "You didn't just give them comfort. You saved their lives from the monsters I brought into this house."
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Waverly looked into his dark eyes, seeing the shattering of the mafia boss and the birth of a fiercely protective father. "Then let's finish it, Lawson. Stop playing their game. Protect your family."
That night, Lawson Mercer unleashed a systematic, ruthless campaign across the city of Chicago. In less than six hours, the Moretti syndicate was completely dismantled from the roots up. Their warehouses were seized, their leaders arrested by corrupt cops Lawson controlled, and Don Moretti himself was forced to flee the state, ruined and utterly broken. Lawson didn't do it for territory or money. He did it to ensure that the air his children breathed was finally safe.
