Chapter 13 The First Strike

• The moon hung high in the sky, its pale light casting a cold glow over the city. Serria stood at the window of the safe house, her gaze fixed on the skyline. It was a city that had been built on fear, lies, and blood—a city her father had ruled with an iron fist. But tonight, things were different. Tonight, she would be the one to write its future.
• The plan was simple, but it was dangerous. They would target the lieutenants, Maximiliano’s closest enforcers. These were the men and women who had helped him maintain control, men who had run the show while he hid in the shadows. But now, they were exposed—vulnerable.
• She turned to face Mark and the stranger, who had been reviewing their intel. Both men were focused, the weight of the mission pressing heavily on them. They knew the stakes, knew that every move had to be calculated. If they made one wrong step, it could all fall apart.