The mood in the office was sharp, charged. Kane sat at the head of the dark marble table, his shirt rolled up at the sleeves, revealing veins taut with tension and tattoos winding like smoke. Matteo leaned against the corner with arms crossed, Lucien sat across from Leo, who clacked away on his laptop.Vincent Salvatore, tall and still regal despite his years, sipped espresso with a grim expression."Armir’s convoy moves in twenty minutes," Leo reported, spinning his screen to show the live drone feed. “Route's been confirmed. Three vans. Women and children crammed in, guarded by ten armed men.”Lucien growled. “He’s breaking the Beltforte Code. Again.”“Not just breaking it,” Kane muttered, voice low and lethal. “He’s pissing on it.”Vincent narrowed his eyes. “We’ve kept the city clean of that filth for decades. If we let this slide—”“We won’t.” Kane stood, chair scraping back with finality. “We intercept. Kill the guards. Extract the victims. No harm co
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