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Meanwhile, Carla was in the thick of the fight on the other side of the battle. Her gun was blazing as she led her men with fearless resolve into the fray, her voice hoarse from shouting, "Hold the line! We've bled too much to give up now!"It was a ferocious fight, the product of their shared disdain for one another. As daylight came, streets lay scattered with leftovers of battle-ash, wrecked automobiles, smashed glass panes, blood-splattered pavement-and a city still had all its wounds; and it could already remember to view streets grimly against all this as overnight's carnage spilled on it. Smoky haze emanated from burned automobile hulls and morning air held that burning sensation, sharp with powder fumes.Glass cracked on the floor, crunching as the first rays of morning lit up the site of slaughter: blood on concrete, painting in macabre red, of lives lost over the mercilessly endless war of Vito against Carla. Standing over the ruins of his operations, his features were grim a

Meanwhile, Arnulfo sat back in his chair, an expression of mirth and incredulity crossing his face as Leo relayed the latest news."Victor grounded his own daughter?" Arnulfo asked, raising an eyebrow, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Victoria Giupere, locked away like a disobedient teenager?"Leo nodded, his voice guarded. "It's true. She's confined to the estate. Don Victor has placed strict orders—no one in, no one out without his say. He's furious about the mess she's made."Arnulfo laughed, but the sound was devoid of humor. "I suppose the mighty Victoria wasn't so untouchable after all. What a shame. She's like a caged lioness now, pacing behind gilded bars."Leo looked at Arnulfo. "Do you think we should be afraid? If she is confined, that means she's planning something. That woman doesn't know how to just sit there."Arnulfo became pensive and started tapping his fingers on the armrest of his chair. "Oh, she is planning something, all right. Victor may think he could contain

The soft hum of engines faded into silence as Vito stepped out of his car, his sharp suit a stark contrast to the grim exhaustion in his eyes. He was a man used to holding all the cards, but tonight, his hands felt empty. He had nothing left to gamble except his pride—and even that had been chipped away.Arnulfo's estate stretched before him, a fortress of understated elegance. Lights gleamed softly through tall windows, and guards stood at attention, their gazes keen as they watched every movement Vito made. He raised his hands a little, holding himself back as one of Arnulfo's men approached."I need to speak with him," Vito said, trying to keep his voice steady as he fought what was going on inside. "Tell him it's urgent.The guard hesitated for a moment then nodded, disappearing into the house. Minutes later, the heavy doors creaked open, and there stood Arnulfo, holding a glass of whiskey in one hand and wearing a faint smirk on his lips."Well, well," Arnulfo said in his drawled

Carla's gaze speared him. "Find out which it is. I do not take kindly to traitors.“Yes, ma’am,” Leo replied, his tone firm.Carla leaned back, her eyes scanning the room. “Vito and Arnulfo think they’ve won a battle. Let them think that. We’re not done—not by a long shot.”Her men exchanged uneasy glances, but no one dared to voice their doubts. Carla’s reputation for ruthless retribution was well-earned, and even now, they knew better than to question her resolve.As morning light grew strong, Arnulfo and Vito headed back to their makeshift headquarters, a massive warehouse turned into a command center. The room was alive with activity: men counting weapons, updating maps, and coordinating patrols.Arnulfo poured himself a drink and offered one to Vito, who nodded to accept."To the first strike," Arnulfo said, raising his glass.Vito clinked his glass against Arnulfo's, his smile thin. "And to the storm that's coming.As they drank, a messenger arrived, his face grim. "Bosses, move

The following morning. There was the savory smell of brewed coffee, eggs sizzling in the frying pan, wafting through Vega's estate to the cozy kitchen. Arnulfo stood in front of the stove, every movement deliberate, yet relaxed, as he expertly cracked the egg and then slid the yellow yolk inside the pan sizzling with excitement. On a skillet, besides the eggs, thick slices of bread browned, the fragrant aroma in the air.The early sunlight streamed in through the window, casting the room in warm, golden tones. Arnulfo glanced at the clock, his lips curling into a faint smile as he recalled how peacefully Valentine had remained asleep when he slipped out of bed. She deserved every extra minute of rest after the emotional night they'd shared.He arranged the table carefully: her favorite mug beside a fresh fruit plate. As he went about his morning, a sense of calm, for once, lay over him; a break from the chaos he so often knew. It was just him and the quiet moment of making breakfast,