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Chapter 121: The Altar of RetributionDante The rain fell in unrelenting, jagged sheets over the decaying stone of the St. Jude South Chapel.Built a century ago by early European settlers, the old gothic sanctuary sat completely abandoned at the edge of the southern docks, its stained-glass windows long shattered, its vaulted oak ceilings rot-eaten and dark. Water dripped rhythmically onto the cracked marble aisle, echoing like a slow, hollow clock counting down the final minutes of a dying man's life.I stood directly before the shattered marble altar, framed by the dark shadow of a towering, armless stone angel.My dark wool coat was dry, my tie perfectly knotted, and my hands rested calmly inside my pockets. A silver-plated custom Sig Sauer rested securely against my ribs under my jacket, heavy and cold. In the absolute darkness of the sanctuary, the amber glow of my cigar burned like an unforgiving eye in the abyss.The faint, suppressed clicks of earpieces coming alive cut thro

Chapter 123: Clara The crystal chandeliers of the estate’s main dining hall glowed with a warm, golden light.For the first time in months, the heavy mahogany table wasn't covered with tactical blueprints, encrypted laptops, or medical files. Instead, it was laid out with sterling silverware, crystal wine goblets, and an extravagant dinner spread prepared by Dante’s personal chef.Around the table sat our inner circle: Dante, Marco, Luca, and Alex."A toast," Marco announced, raising his glass of aged scotch. The ice clinked softly against the crystal. "To the end of Daniel Costa, the clean exile of Leo, and the absolute security of the Moretti Syndicate.""Hear, hear," Luca grinned, clinking his glass against Marco’s. "And to the fact that I finally get a full night’s sleep without my earpiece buzzing every twenty minutes."A wave of low laughter hummed through the room.I leaned back against my plush chair, holding my own glass of red wine. Beside me, Dante sat with his posture re