Matilda didn’t sleep that night.
Not because of paranoia—paranoia was for people who weren’t in control.
She stayed awake because this was the moment everything shifted.
The game had left the shadows. There were no more whispered threats, no more silent moves. Now, it was open war.
And that meant there was no room for hesitation. No room for weakness.
She sat in her office, watching the city lights flicker through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Somewhere out there, Calderone was making his next move.
Let him.
She was already ahead of him.
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The first sign of retaliation came just before dawn.
Matilda was still in her office when Nico stormed in, phone in hand. His face was tight, controlled—but his eyes told her everything.
"Calderone hit our Southport hub."
Matilda set her glas……
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