The villa was alive with movement, the quiet hum of activity hiding the tension that ran like electricity through its walls. Elena moved like a shadow among her team, reviewing every detail of the plan for the next strike. Vittorio’s remnants were not yet defeated, and his network, though fractured, was still dangerous.

Enzo stood behind her, his presence a solid anchor. “You’ve been at this for hours,” he murmured. “Even the strongest need a break.”

Elena shook her head, her fingers tracing the edges of the maps. “There’s no time for breaks. Every moment we delay, Vittorio rebuilds. Every second we wait, innocents suffer.”

He reached for her hand,...