Chapter 48 Shattered Thrones

• Rivera's compound was built like a fortress—tall gates, rotating codes, layers of armed men who thought loyalty could be bought with enough money and fear. But Amara had learned something long ago: fear only held as long as someone more terrifying didn't come knocking.
• And she was already at the door.
• The convoy moved like liquid steel down the narrow forest roads. Three black SUVs. Inside, her strike team wore matte armor, faces unreadable, hearts colder than the weapons they carried.