Chapter 119

• Chapter 119
• The war room was alive with movement. Maps spread across the long oak table, red markers stabbing into Ferraro’s territories, black lines cutting paths across the city like veins. Men spoke in clipped tones, radios crackled, the weight of something big brewing in the air.
• Selena stood at the edge of it all, her arms crossed, trying not to flinch when names of streets and bodies were tossed around like pieces on a chessboard. To them, this was strategy. To her, it sounded like lives.