Husband and wife.Two words. Dropped between them like a body hitting marble.Elena didn’t blink. She counted. One second. Three. Five.“Explain,” she said.Dante pushed off the doorframe and stepped into the study. Outside, dusk was bleeding behind the oak trees—a composition too beautiful for something this ugly.Elena followed him in. She knew the protocol: walk into enemy territory. Find the landmines before the argument detonates.“Three days ago,” Dante began, “credible internal intelligence. The Rostova clan—Russian Bratva. Three of their Portland–Seattle distribution routes collapsed into Salvatore hands overnight. Eight years of their operation, gone in a single night.”“Who did it?”“That’s the problem.” His gaze broke toward the window, then snapped back. “Someone used the Salvatore name as a false flag. If I can&
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