Chapter 47: The Money Man's End
The Suburban cut through the city like a black blade, headlights off until the last possible second. Marcus drove with both hands on the wheel, eyes flicking between the road and the rearview mirror. Rico sat shotgun, checking his suppressor for the third time. Nadia was in the back with me, staring out the window at the passing buildings like she was memorizing the route in case she never saw it again.
No one spoke much. There wasn't time for pep talks. We had one shot at Elias Brandt tonight. One shot to cut Dragomir's last artery. One shot to make sure the baby came into a world with no more strings attached to some dead man's revenge.
Lydia's voice crackled in our ears. "Brandt's alone in the penthouse. Guards just changed shift. New ones are lazy—pla
