She was the match they shouldn’t have struck.
The room pulsed with tension, the kind that didn’t ask for permission—only blood.
Luciano’s phone buzzed.
He answered without looking, his expression hardening as he listened.
“Surveillance drones confirmed movement at the northern compound. Three heat signatures. One of them is tall, built like a soldier. Could be Primo.”
Ari narrowed her eyes. “Could also be one of his doubles. He’s used them before.”
Sienna leaned over the map. “Then we go in smart. We take the perimeter quietly. Disable cameras. No flash, no bodies unless necessary. I want whoever’s inside talking, not dying.”
Luciano smirked. “That’s new.”
She met his gaze. “I’ve burned enough bridges. Now I want confessions.”
He nodded. “Then we strike at dawn. Just enough light
