The sky over Palermo darkened, not from clouds, but from the tension that gripped the city like a noose. In the distance, the sea churned, restless, as if sensing what was to come. The entire underworld simmered with whispers of broken alliances, of blood debts being called in, and of a storm about to strike.
Valentina De Luca stood on the balcony of Adrian Costa’s estate, overlooking the grounds where soldiers trained with a renewed purpose. Her arms were folded across her chest, her posture still and sharp. She had become more than a symbol now more than the daughter of a murdered don or the pawn of a powerful man. She was a reckoning. A fire that refused to be extinguished.
Inside, Adrian met with Luca, Dario, and Zora. Maps, intel reports, and communication intercepts littered the lo
