The flames engulfing Giorgio’s estate cast an eerie glow across Matilda’s face as she walked away, her mind a storm of calculations and vengeance. The weight of loss pressed against her ribs, but she didn’t let it break her.
Not yet.
Behind her, the fire roared, consuming the last remnants of Giorgio’s empire. Her men stood in silence, watching the inferno, waiting for orders.
Matilda inhaled deeply, then turned to face them.
“No more waiting,” she said, her voice low but firm. “No more games.”
She met each of their gazes, making sure they understood.
“Silas and Martina think they’ve won.” A sharp pause. “We show them what happens when you take everything from me.”
Her second-in-command, Nico, stepped forward. “What’s the plan?”
Matilda’s lips curled into something dark, something lethal.
“We hit t……
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