The war room had never felt more aptly named.
Dante's most trusted team filled the space Ghost, Marco, and eight other men I'd seen around the building but never formally met. Veterans, all of them. The kind of soldiers who'd seen real combat before transitioning to private security. Men who knew how to plan an assault and execute it without a second thought.
And me. The only woman in the room. The only person who wasn't technically trained for what we were about to do. I was in training mentally.
But I was the one with the most to lose. The one who spent seven years running from the man we were about to face. The one whose family's blood demanded payment.
So I belonged here.
"Red Hook warehouse," Dante said, pulling up blueprints on the large monitor. "Antonio's been using it for fif
