He had underestimated her, mistaking her calculated civility for weakness. He had seen her as a bitter rival, consumed by jealousy and resentment. But now, he understood. Matilda was a master strategist, a puppet master pulling the strings of La Familia from the shadows. Her network of informants, her intricate web of alliances, her unwavering determination – these were weapons far more potent than any firearm. She was a serpent, slithering through the undergrowth, her presence felt more than seen, her venom subtle yet deadly. And she was closing in.
Silas and Matilda are at the vast garden of the Fontana estate... Silas paces restlessly, his face etched with worry. Martina decided to speak, her expression grave.
"Silas, I need your help. Something’s wrong."
"I know. Matilda’s
