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Chapter Eleven

Author: Enny Tiana
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-26 09:06:03

Smoke and Oaths

The moment Amara stepped onto the dock, the sea wind slapped her face with brine and memory.

It was just past midnight.

Catania's port was mostly asleep, the fishing boats bobbing in my rhythm with the tide, the industrial loading cranes frozen like skeleton against the dark Sicilian sky. Somewhere down the length of the docks, Sergio Vitale's operation moved like a shadow behind the facade of silence.

She didn't come alone.

But she didn't tell Luca either.

She couldn’t afford a distraction — especially not one with a possessive streak and a kill-first policy. This was her revenge. Her reckoning.

The burner phone buzzed in her coat pocket.

Anonymous message: Docks 6-9. Containers marked “Rubino.”

She memorized the info, crushed the phone beneath her heel, and walked on.

She was dressed in katte black, her hair braided into a crown at her nape, her gun strapped thigh-side beneath tailored pants, dagger hidden in her boot. No jewelry. No signature.

A ghost with a vend
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