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Broken Loyalties

Author: Nana A
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-05-25 16:27:12

The morning sun rose over the hills, but its warmth didn’t reach the vineyard.

Inside the farmhouse, tension twisted through the air like smoke.

Camilla stood at the long dining table, scanning over maps and coded documents spread across its surface. Each name, each marked location, was a thread in a web of betrayal. Falconer, Red Serpent, the compromised Mendoza deal—everything was converging, and they were running out of time.

Riccardo entered without a word, holding two cups of espresso. He slid one toward her.

She took it with a tight nod, her eyes never leaving the map. “We need to cut the head off this thing before it spreads.”

Riccardo leaned against the edge of the table. “We’re not dealing with street thugs anymore. This is coordinated. Militarized.”

Camilla’s voice was low. “Then we burn it to the ground—one name at a time.”

Marco returned from a recon mission just before noon, dirt on his boots and blood on his sleeve.

“We found the relay point for Falconer’s messages,” he
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