**This chapter contains mature themes with mentions of violence and shooting, please skip if you are not comfortable**
The night air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood as Luca led the charge on the Marchetti estate. Armored vans crashed through the front gates, Conti reinforcements pouring in behind the Virelli soldiers like a black tide. The Marchettis had been caught completely unprepared—most of their men scattered or unprepared for a full-scale assault on their own home ground.
Gunfire erupted instantly. Luca moved like a demon, pistol in hand, eyes blazing with unrelenting fury. Anyone who stood in his way fell. Guards at the perimeter were cut down in seconds. Inside the grand halls, servants and lower-ranking soldiers screamed and ran, only to be met with precise, mer
