There were moments in war when silence became more dangerous than gunfire.
Leon Virelli stood at the top of the helipad overlooking Lake Como, dressed in black, wind tugging at his coat. His men stood behind him, awaiting his order. Every detail had been planned to precision. No more indirect attacks. No more shadows.
Tonight, Arturo Delacroix would fall.
Leon lit a cigarette with steady fingers. “Has the perimeter been sealed?”
Viktor nodded. “North and south gates are covered. We took out the snipers at the east watchtower. The twins are moving in through the catacombs beneath the estate.”
Leon exhaled smoke slowly. “And Arturo?”
“Hiding in the vault bunker. With three of his last loyal guards.”
Leon crushed the cigarette underfoot. “Let’s end this.”
Arturo Delacroix had been a k
