The air reeked of gunpowder and death. The Council has lost a major safe house, and the Romanos clearly made their message.
But no war is won in a single battle.
Luca looked down at the demolished compound that the two men gleefully wound their way into, their palms still smeared with the spatter of those they’d butchered. Sofia coated her knife with a dead man’s suit, her eyes all cold and calculating.
“They’re going to retaliate,” she said quietly.
Huffing, Luca shook his head. “No. They already have.”
A phone rang in his pocket. Elena.
He answered, his voice tense. “Tell me.”
Her words of reassurance they were as reassuring as a knife in the gut.
“They took Gio.”
So it was the second day of the war, except now it was personal.
A Message from the Council
The video came an hour
