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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY ONE

Author: Abby Gale
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-11 21:37:59

Matteo's pov

It was quiet. Too quiet.

That kind of quiet that felt like the world was holding its breath right before a storm ripped through it.

I crouched low behind the ridge, eyes scanning the compound below. Brick walls, three stories high, cameras that rotated every few seconds. Guards stationed on each corner like lifeless statues.

But I could see the movement in their fingers. The twitch of a hand near a trigger. They were ready. But not ready enough.

“She’s in there?” I asked, voice low, eyes locked on Ricardo who knelt beside me.

He nodded once, face grim. “Not Evangeline herself. But one of her operatives. High-level. And a vault. Files, weapons—maybe even tech.”

I nodded.

Behind us, Eli and Luca waited in the shadows, their guns loaded, expressions unreadable.

It had taken weeks of digging, months of bloodshed, and a lot of begging the right rats for this location. But now? Now it was time.

“Ten guards outside, maybe fifteen more inside,” Ricardo whispered. “There’s an unde
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