The night swallowed them whole.
Adrian led the way, cutting through back alleys slick with rain, his men fanning out with silent precision. Valentina stayed close, her heartbeat syncing with the rhythm of their boots pounding against concrete.
The city was a labyrinth, but Adrian moved like he owned every shadow, every twisted street corner.
Their target wasn’t random.
Cassiel had stashed one of her trusted enforcers.... Carlo Mancini in a fortified nightclub that doubled as a front for her dirtier operations.
Taking Carlo down wasn’t just about the body count.
It was about sending a message.
You are not untouchable.
The club loomed ahead pulsing red lights leaking from cracks around the heavy double doors. A thick line of patrons stretched along the sidewalk, oblivious to the war
