Chapter 48 Corsini's Revenge

• The morning after the explosion, the city felt different—charged with an unspoken tension, as if it were holding its breath.
• Serria stood by the window of the safe house, gripping a steaming cup of coffee as she stared at the skyline. She knew Corsini wouldn’t take the loss of his weapons shipment lightly. **This was only the calm before the storm.**
• The sound of the door opening behind her made her turn. Mark walked in, his expression grim. “We have a problem.”