Fabrizio’s POV
The night air bites as we move through the shadows around the warehouse. My men are silent, disciplined. We’ve done this before. But tonight, there’s a fire in my veins, a need to end this once and for all. The Castellanos crossed the line, and they’re about to pay for it.
We crouch behind a stack of crates at the edge of the docks, watching the guards stationed at the entrance. They’re clueless, relaxed. They don’t know what’s coming.
Rocco leans in beside me, his voice low. “They’re spread thin. We hit fast, cut off their escape.”
I give him a curt nod, eyes on the prize. “No survivors.”
The signal is given, and we strike. The first shot cracks through the night, and chaos follows. The guards at the entrance drop, and my men sweep inside, a well-oiled machine of deat
