Chapter 68 The Final Gambit

• Mariana’s wrists ached against the biting zip ties as she sat on the cold concrete floor. A single overhead bulb flickered, casting erratic shadows against rusted metal walls. The scent of damp earth and oil clung to the air, suffocating and thick. This place, this wretched warehouse was familiar. Too familiar.
• Rodrigo stepped forward, his tailored black suit a stark contrast against the decay around them. He moved with a predatory grace, hands in his pockets, a smirk curving his lips.
• “Full circle,” he murmured, his voice smooth, almost amused. “I love a good narrative, don’t you?”