The villa was quiet in the early hours of the morning, but the calm was a fragile illusion. Elena moved through the halls with purpose, her boots silent on the polished marble floors. Every shadow could hide a threat, every creak a warning.

The intelligence from the warehouse raid had revealed the full extent of Vittorio’s network. He had allies across the city — corrupt officials, rival families, and mercenaries willing to spill blood for him. Elena knew that tonight, they would strike back.

Lorenzo and Dante waited in the war room, reviewing the final plans. The flickering candlelight cast long shadows across the maps and photographs, making the room...