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Striking the First Blow
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The night air was thick with the salt of the nearby ocean as Camilla and Riccardo pulled up to the abandoned docks. Warehouse Twelve loomed ahead of them, a crumbling skeleton of rusted metal and broken glass.It felt like walking straight into the jaws of a beast.But Camilla didnât flinch.She had Riccardo at her sideâand more importantly, she had a mission.The black SUV came to a smooth stop a few blocks away. Marco was behind the wheel, stone-faced as ever. Luca sat in the passenger seat, double-checking his gun.âRadio check,â Luca said. âYouâre both wired. Weâll be listening.âCamilla nodded, adjusting the tiny earpiece in her ear. Her fingers brushed the sleek black holster hidden beneath her leather jacket, the weight of her pistol a familiar comfort.âTry not to get killed,â Marco said gruffly, eyes flicking to the rearview mirror to meet Camillaâs gaze.She smirked. âNo promises.âRiccardo opened the door and stepped out, hand instinctively reaching for Camillaâs as she fol
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