Matilda wiped Luka’s blood off her hands, her expression unreadable. The others at the table still sat in stunned silence, the weight of what had just happened pressing down on them like a vice.
Nico was the first to speak. “You sure he was the rat?”
Matilda looked at him, sharp and certain. “It doesn’t matter.”
Because Luka had hesitated. Had gone for his gun instead of defending himself with words. That was all she needed to know.
But deep down, she wasn’t satisfied.
Something still felt wrong.
She turned to the rest of them. “Martina and Elias think they can take me apart piece by piece. They think they know me.”
Her voice was quiet, but lethal.
“Let’s show them what a mistake that is.”
Across the city, in the lavish estate she and Elias now controlled, Martina watched a wall o
