Matilda stood over the lifeless body, watching the last traces of poison foam at the man’s lips.
Her heartbeat was steady, her breathing controlled. But inside?
Something colder than anger took hold.
She had wiped The Consortium from the city. She had burned their empire to the ground.
Or so she had believed.
Now, the realization settled like ice in her veins.
She hadn’t ended them.
She had forced them to evolve.
A sudden rustle—Nico’s footsteps approached. “What the hell happened?” he demanded, scanning the bodies littered across the dock. His eyes landed on the man at Matilda’s feet.
She exhaled. “We have a problem.”
Nico crouched, checking for a pulse. Of course, there was none. His lips pressed into a thin line. “Cyanide.”
Matilda nodded. “They were ready to die before talking.”
Nico’s expression ……
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