Chapter 32 – A Threat?

Selena

"I swear that fuckin madman gets his rocks off to Armageddon," Vito continued distastefully, "because there ain't a lick of need for causin' THAT much uninvolved collateral just to torch a couple of trucks--"

"Yes, Dmitri certainly enjoys his particular brand of grand guignol," I interjected evenly, lips twitching faintly. "But I suspect you'll find the overblown theatrical savagery accomplished its intended effect."

The mechanic frowned heavily at that, even as I navigated to the long string of comments accompanying the video. Scrolling quickly, I rapidly detected a common recurring thread of incredulity, panic, and outright terror from viewers worldwide.

"See for yourself," I stated flatly, holding the device back out for Vito to read. "With these kinds of visceral, unmitigated acts, we're essentially broadcasting an unambiguous message to anyone in this city foolish enough to oppose us."