Chapter 42: Codes.
Two Weeks Later
The stolen weapons and drugs sat untouched. Locked away. Untouchable.
Cavier’s men had examined them, tested them, even disassembled a few, but the problem wasn’t the contents. It was the code.
A seemingly random mix of letters and numbers etched onto every crate. The key to something bigger.
A location? A schedule? A kill list?
No one knew.
And that ignorance was dangerous.
The mafia wasn’t in a position to sit and wait. Every day that passed, the opposition had time to prepare, regroup, and retaliate. Time was running out.
And everyone felt it.
The underground headquarters buzzed with tension. Men snapped at each other. Conversations were short, clipped. Sleep was scarce, and frustration was high.
Even Natalia, usually composed, had a short f
