Chapter 36 The Counterattack

• The city never truly slept, and tonight, it would bleed.
• Serria and Dante sped through the empty streets in a stolen black sedan, the low hum of the engine barely audible over the storm raging inside her. Her father had sent men to kill her—his own daughter. **There was no going back.**
• Dante drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gun in his lap. His jaw was tight, his focus razor-sharp. “The shipment’s arriving at Pier 17 in less than an hour. If we hit it hard enough, Valvatore will feel it.”