Valentina’s POV
By dawn, the city still reeked of blood and rain.
The glass from last night’s attack crunched beneath my boots as I walked through the wreckage of my penthouse, the smell of gunpowder still clinging to the air.
I didn’t flinch.
I never did.
If Luca wanted a war, I’d give him one so brutal the city would whisper my name in fear.
Dominic leaned against the ruined window frame, his arm still bandaged from the sniper assault. His eyes tracked my every move, quiet, calculating.
“Your men are sweeping the docks,” he said. “No survivors so far.”
“Then we start with his warehouses.”
My voice was calm. Cold. It had to be.
He raised a brow. “You mean his warehouses, or what’s left of them?”
I met his gaze. “Burn them all. I want Luca to know I’m coming.”
For a moment, he
