Chapter 88

• Chapter Eighty Eight
• The first light of dawn spilled over the horizon, painting the sea in strokes of gold and silver. Elena sat between Alessio and Gabriel on the beach, wrapped in their jackets, her bare feet buried in cool sand. For the first time in weeks, she felt silence—not the heavy kind that follows gunfire, but the gentle hush of waves kissing the shore.
• Alessio brushed her hair back, his dark eyes soft, his voice low. “It’s over. Ferrero’s empire is ash. His men bow to us or rot beneath the ground. Tonight, we finally breathe.”