The Price of War
344 Words
The safe house was eerily quiet, the only sound the occasional creak of the old wooden floorboards. Serena sat beside Damian on the worn-out couch, watching as he stared blankly at the flickering candle on the table. He was deep in thought—calculating, strategizing.
Marcello paced near the window, his g*n in hand as he checked for any movement outside. “We can’t stay here long,” he muttered. “Luca will come looking, and when he does, he won’t be alone.”
Serena clenched her fists. “Then we have to hit first.”
Marcello let out a humorless chuckle. “You really are a Callisto.”
Damian finally looked up, his blue eyes dark with something unreadable. “She’s right.”
Marcello raised a brow. “So, what’s the plan, boss?”
Damian exhaled, wincing slightly as he adjusted his position. “Luca’s empire runs on loyalty and fear. We take out his strongest men, his lieutenants, and the rest will crumble.”
Serena frowned. “That’s risky.”
“Everything we do is risky.” Damian’s voice was cold, resolute. “But if we don’t act now, he’ll keep hunting us down until there’s nothing left.”
Marcello nodded. “I’ll reach out to our allies, see who’s still loyal to you.”
Damian’s gaze darkened. “If they’re not, we deal with them.”
Serena shivered at his tone. She had seen Damian ruthless before, but this was different. This was war, and war demanded blood.
Later That Night
Serena lay on the small bed, unable to sleep. Damian sat on the edge, silent, lost in thought.
She reached out, hesitating before resting her hand on his. “You don’t have to do this alone.”
Damian finally looked at her, something flickering in his expression. “I know.”
He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “But I have to be the one to end it.”
Serena swallowed the lump in her throat. She knew what he meant.
Luca Callisto had to die.
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