Chapter 10 – The Knife Behind the Smile
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The first hit wasn’t loud.
It came in whispers—bank accounts frozen, shipments rerouted, two of Sera’s lieutenants arrested within 24 hours. No gunfire. No blood. Just control slipping through invisible fingers.
Exactly how Crater liked it.
Sera stood in the middle of the war room, phone to her ear, jaw clenched.
“They grabbed Dre outside a safehouse,” Lina said from the other end. “No warning. Clean arrest. They knew exactly where he’d be.”
“Inside job?” Sera asked.
“Or someone sold us out.”
She hung up and turned to Rico. “Find Crater. Now.”
Rico nodded and slipped into the shadows.
Rob watched her from the edge of the room. She was unraveling—quietly, tightly, like a fuse lit from the inside.
“What can I do?” he asked.
“Help me think,” she said. “Before they take everything.”
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Meanwhile, Crater Reyes sat in a candlelit bar tucked beneath an old boxing gym. A jazz band played soft in the corner. He sipped tequila slowly, savoring the chaos he’d set in motion.
Gregory Kingston arrived exactly on time, two guards behind him.
“You enjoying yourself?” Gregory asked, disgust curling his voice.
Crater grinned. “You’re the one who hired the devil, Kingston. I’m just playing my part.”
“I asked you to remove her.”
“And I said I would,” Crater replied. “But on my terms.”
Gregory slid a file across the table. “Make it faster. This is everything on Navarro’s father. Bank records. Custody disputes. Court transcripts. I don’t care how—just end this.”
Crater opened the file. Inside, Sera’s childhood spilled in black ink—years in foster care, sealed reports, a restraining order against a man named Miguel Navarro. Her father.
Crater whistled. “You really don’t play fair, do you?”
Gregory stood. “Just make her disappear.”
He left without another word.
Crater flipped through the file again, then smiled.
He had found her crack.
And it was bleeding.
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Back at the warehouse, Sera was staring at the file Rico had just brought in—photos from a street camera. Crater meeting with someone in a black car. Gregory’s driver.
The war was official now.
“Rob,” she said, not looking up. “If you want out… now is the time.”
But Rob stepped closer, laying his hand on the photo. “We finish this. Together.”
She looked at him, eyes burning not with tears—but with fury.
“No mercy,” she whispered.
And for the first time, the streets of East Briar felt smaller than her fire.
Because Sera Navarro wasn’t running anymore.
She was hunting.
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