Owned By The Don
“Prepare teams. Raven, you’ll coordinate with me directly. Dante, you’re watching, listening, and reporting. No mistakes. No surprises.”
Dante’s smirk was gone, replaced by something unreadable. “Understood.”
Raven took a deep breath, feeling the hum of authority settle over her. She was no longer just an observer, no longer just the woman holding pieces together between two brothers. She was a player, and this city, this empire in ashes, was her chessboard.
The church fell silent for a beat, save for the quiet drip of water from the cracked roof. Outside, somewhere in the dark, Evelyn Morreau’s unseen eyes followed every move, her whisper slicing through the hum of surveillance.
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