The warehouse was drenched in shadow and silence, as if the building itself was holding its breath. Riccardo Falcone stood in the center of it all, bloodied knuckles clenching and unclenching at his sides. The light from the high windows caught the sharp angles of his face—hardened, cold, and resolute. Around him, his most trusted men stood in a wide circle, weapons loaded and eyes sharp. The tension in the room was a living, breathing thing. Camilla stood just behind him. She wasn’t the scared woman she had been when this all began. Power radiated from her like a second skin. She wore black—elegant, lethal—and the pistol at her side was more than just symbolic now. She was ready to fight, to bleed if she had to. For Riccardo. For the empire they had rebuilt from ruin. “Delgado’s dogs are moving,” Marco reported, stepping forward and sliding a tablet onto the steel table. “We intercepted chatter an hour ago. They’re planning a final strike.” “How many?” Riccardo asked, his voice l
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