Matilda didn’t flinch as the explosion’s aftermath rippled through the city. The Consortium had answered her defiance with fire. Predictable. Weak.
She was already three moves ahead.
As Nico barked orders into his phone, summoning their people, Matilda turned back inside. She grabbed a sleek black pistol from the table and checked the clip—fully loaded.
"We're hitting back tonight," she said.
Nico glanced up, narrowing his eyes. "That’s exactly what they want. You charge in now, they’ll be ready."
Matilda smirked. "Then we make them think we’re predictable, too."
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An hour later, three black SUVs sped toward a known Consortium-owned casino. Armed men inside—Matilda’s enforcers—ready for war.
Word spread fast. Security teams mobilized. The Consortium prepared for an am……
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