OLIVIA
Morning sunlight broke through the heavy, gray clouds, casting long shadows over the Romero estate. The cleanup crews had arrived hours before dawn. They scrubbed the dried blood from the foyer marble and swept up the glittering shards of shattered window glass. Despite their fast work, the sharp scent of bleach and stale gunpowder lingered in the corridors.
Down the hall, the heavy oak doors of the war room remained firmly shut. Antonio had been locked inside with his top capos since we emerged from the panic room. The Calabrian strike had triggered a crippling financial bleed across the syndicate. Vital shipping routes were halted, and millions of euros in cargo sat delayed or seized at the borders. The sudden loss of revenue forced Antonio into back-to-back, aggressive strategy
