The safe house was silent except for the occasional crackle of the fireplace. I sat on the edge of the leather couch, my mind racing in a million directions. The explosion at the docks was just the beginning. Kelly’s declaration was loud and clear: she wasn’t playing games anymore.
Caden stood near the window, his silhouette framed by the faint moonlight. His phone was pressed to his ear, barking orders to his men, ensuring the city was locked down.
“She’s escalating faster than expected,” Rafael said, stepping into the room. His face was grim, tension lining every feature. “We’ve identified her suppliers she’s working with an arms dealer in Europe.”
Caden turned, his eyes cold and calculating. “Then we cut her off at the source. Find the dealer and handle it.”
Rafael nodded, but I cou
