(Alessandro’s POV) The word left her lips, quiet and final. "Do it. Burn him." It was not a plea for vengeance. It was a command. In that moment, in the dusty, subterranean safe house, surrounded by glowing monitors, the last vestiges of the frightened art restorer I had taken from that gallery vanished completely. In her place stood a queen, her face a mask of cold, righteous fury, ready to set the world on fire. Anya, our tech expert, didn't hesitate. Her fingers, which had been poised over the keyboard, became a blur of motion. With a final, decisive keystroke, she hit ‘enter.’ On the central monitor, a progress bar appeared and filled in a fraction of a second. A single word flashed in green: EXECUTED. The first shot of our new war had been fired. The ghost was in a cage back in Chicago. The serpent, Vittorio Bianchi, was in his palace across town, believing himself untouchable. But the poison we had just injected into the heart of his empire was already starting to sp
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