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He picked up a vest, then dialed Vincenzo. “It’s clean. But tell Salvatore his ‘produce’ just turned into a war declaration.”

The Liberty City autumn air tasted like rust and regret. Toni Cipriani stood outside the Momma’s Restaurante, the neon sign buzzing a flickery red against the wet asphalt of Portland. He’d been back less than a week, and already the city felt like a straitjacket—too tight, frayed at the edges. He picked up a vest, then dialed Vincenzo

As the last thug slumped, Toni pried open the crate. Inside wasn’t olive oil. It was pristine, military-grade body armor. The kind the Forelli family uses. He picked up a vest