Chapter 107

• The dim light of Rafael’s study cast long shadows over the room as he sat across from Angelo, the two men leaning over a map spread out on the desk. The tension between them was palpable, the weight of their decision pressing down like a storm cloud.
• “We can’t wait any longer,” Rafael said, his voice low but firm. “Bianci is escalating. If we don’t act now, he’ll hit us again—and next time, it won’t just be a property.”
• Angelo nodded, his expression grim. “I’ve been tracking his movements. He’s been consolidating power, pulling in allies from outside his usual circle. He’s preparing for something big.”