Matilda wasn’t going to wait for them to make their offers. Or threats.
She struck first.
By noon, she and Nico were sitting in the back of a sleek black car, heading toward neutral ground—an upscale rooftop restaurant in the heart of the city. It was the kind of place where criminals dressed in designer suits and drank expensive whiskey while plotting assassinations.
It was also where Victor Rossi was expecting a meeting.
Matilda adjusted her gloves, glancing at the skyline as they pulled into the private parking lot. "Do we know what he wants?"
Nico smirked. "Yeah. He wants to replace you."
Matilda chuckled. "Adorable."
They stepped out of the car, moving toward the rooftop. Two of Rossi’s men flanked the entrance, eyes cold, hands resting near their weapons.
Matilda walked past
