Matilda didn’t leave the Black Swan immediately.
She stood at the window of the private suite, watching the city below. Watching the power shift beneath its glittering skyline.
Lucien D’Angelo was predictable in one way—he never made a move unless he was certain it would benefit him.
That meant he wouldn’t act yet. He’d let Calderone believe the alliance still stood while quietly weighing his options.
But Matilda knew the truth.
Lucien was already considering his exit.
And that meant Calderone was about to make a desperate move.
The next 24 hours would decide who walked away from this war alive.
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It came faster than expected.
Matilda was back at her penthouse when Nico stormed in, phone in hand, face tight.
"They hit one of ours."
Matilda barely blin
