Chapter 72

• Chapter 71: Blood on the Docks
• The night air stank of salt and smoke. Lanterns burned along the piers, their light bending on the restless black water. Elena’s heels clicked against the wood, each step pulling her closer to a storm she couldn’t outrun.
• Ferrero walked ahead, shoulders squared, cigar glowing faint in the dark. His capos fanned out, armed shadows with eyes sharp as knives. And Elena—dressed in black silk and Ferrero’s cursed leather choker—followed like a lamb being led into a fire she’d already felt burn.