One shot. That is all she needs to put the man down. No one can get away with Massimo. There is no place for treachery in his triad. You cross the line; you are dead—his virtue. Being at the top of his game, he makes sure he wins. In this world, he is the king.
"Peri is on the move. Do you have a sighting of him?" Massimo cleared over the wireless microphone.
"On it," the woman answered, walking to the crowd and blending in, following the man, driving slowly along an alley in the car.
"Got a sighting of him," she moved quickly, pulling out her gun with a silencer.
A group of men was waiting for Peri in that alley. As Peri steps out of his, the woman points her gun at him, blowing his head. The men recognized her. Instead of fighting back, they disperse.
"Mission accomplished."
"Welcome back, Nova," Massimo raised his glass to face his comrade.
"Cheers for Nova's come back. Problem eliminated," he laughed triumphantly.
****
Boarding in a private plane owned by the Donovan Corporati
