The city of Palermo lay under a deceptive calm. The early morning sun cast golden streaks across the villa, illuminating the scars of the past battles and the victories Elena and Enzo had claimed together. Yet, even in this rare moment of serenity, tension hung in the air like a living thing, coiling and ready to strike.

Elena moved through the strategy room, her mind sharp, fingers tracing the layout of the city spread across the polished table. Enzo entered silently, leaning against the doorframe, dark eyes assessing her. “Intel came in last night,” he said, voice low, carrying the weight of menace. “Someone big… international. They’re testing us, seeing...