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The green table felt like a battlefield. The Viper’s mile was a sharp knife. Calla looked at her cards. They were not good. “Call,” Calla said, pushing her chips forward. Her heart beat fast in her chest. The Viper laid down her cards. A straight flush. “I win again, darling. You really should learn when to fold." Calla’s hand was nothing. Just a pair of twos. She had lost again. “You see?” The Viper said softly, gathering the chips. “You are used to fighting with guns and threats. This is a different kind of war. One you are not ready for. Meaning it you can't beat me, you can't get answers to your questions." “It is just cards,” Calla said, her teeth pressed together tightly. “Is it?” The Viper’s eyes were sharp like a hawk’s. “Or is it a lesson? You cannot win everything in life. Sometimes, you must be smart enough to know when to leave the table.” Calla felt hot anger moving up her neck. She was losing badly, and everyone in the room was watching her fail. She looked

Later that day, Killian stood in his large penthouse as the evening sun set outside his window. The sky turned orange and pink. He was getting ready for an important meeting. Carefully, he slid a small gun into a hidden holster under his jacket. His most trusted guard, Mateo, stood nearby looking very nervous. "Boss," Mateo began, his voice quiet but full of concern. "I have a bad feeling about this meeting. It doesn't feel right to me. We should bring more men with us. At least two cars full of armed guards. This could easily be a trap set for us." Killian shook his head firmly. "No, Mateo. Just you and me. If this woman is really the Jefa we've been looking for, arriving with a small army would insult herl. If it is a trap, a small team like ours is much harder to spot and much easier to get away quickly if we need to." "But why choose a hotel?" Mateo asked, his voice tense with worry. "And why send us a specific room number like this? It feels... too personal. Do you think maybe

Chapter 75: The Choice The gun felt cold and heavy in Killian's hand. He stood frozen, staring at Calla. Her eyes were locked with his. The room was so quiet he could hear his own heart beating. "Neva," Calla said softly, not looking away from Killian. "Mateo. Please leave us alone." Neva shook her head. "Calla, no. It's not safe." "Please," Calla said again, her voice gentle but firm. "Wait outside. We need to talk. Just the two of us." Mateo looked at Killian. "Boss?" Killian's eyes were still on Calla. He saw the woman he loved, not the crime boss. He saw the mother of his children. Slowly, he nodded. "Wait outside," Killian told Mateo. Neva looked worried but finally turned and left. Mateo followed her. The door closed with a soft click. Now they were alone. Calla took a step closer to him. "Put the gun down, Killian. Please." "I don't understand," he whispered. "Why did you do all this? The lies? The danger?" "Because you left me," she said, her voice breaki

The next morning sun was bright and warm. It shone through the big windows of the house, making the whole room glow. Killian stood in his study, looking down at the city below. The streets were busy with people starting their day. Cars moved like tiny toys. People walked to work. He held his phone tightly to his ear. His knuckles were white. "I need you to come to my house now," Killian said into the phone. His voice was serious and strong. He was talking to his lawyer. "I want divorce papers today. Make it fast. I don't care what it costs. Just get it done. I want this over with." He turned to face Vanessa, who had just entered the study. She stood by the door, holding her morning tea. She looked at him, her eyes curious but already getting angry. She could tell something was wrong. "Divorce papers?" she asked. Her voice was already getting sharp. "Who are you divorcing? One of your business partners? Someone who crossed you? Tell me who it is." Killian put his phone down on h

Neva arrived at the beach house. It was big and white. She saw one security guard standing at the gate, looking bored. She moved like a shadow, quietly slipping behind him. She took out a small needle filled with a special medicine that would make him sleep for a little while. "Sorry about this," she whispered softly. "Sweet dreams." She was so fast. A quick poke in his neck, and the guard’s eyes went wide with surprise for a second, then they fluttered closed. He started to snore softly. Neva gently dragged him behind some thick bushes where he wouldn't be seen. She even fluffed a bush to hide him better. "There, comfy," she said. She worked like lightning inside the house, putting tiny cameras in a flower vase, in the frame of a painting, and on the bedside table, looking like a decorative stone. She connected them to a special tablet that would show the video feed. Just as she finished, she peeked out the window and saw Vanessa's red car finally coming up the road. Neva r