CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Rafa paced the living room of the safe house, his nerves a mix of frustration and anticipation. A map of the city lay on the table, red circles marking known hideouts and warehouses under Xander’s control. He’d been working tirelessly for hours, tracing Xander’s movements and identifying weak points. Amara sat at the table, poring over the notes Rafa had scribbled in the margin of the map. Though the tension of the situation weighed heavily on her, she remained calm, her mind racing as she tried to contribute to their strategy. “Here.” She pointed to a location marked with a small star. “You said this is one of his main warehouses, right?” Rafa nodded. “It’s heavily guarded, though. I’d need a solid plan to get inside without it turning into a bloodbath.” Amara tapped her finger on the
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