Chapter 9 The Web Of Deceit

• The air in the safe house felt heavy with anticipation. Serria sat at the small table, a map of the city spread out in front of her. Her finger traced over the streets, landmarks, and shadowed alleys that marked the territory her father controlled. Each line, each marker, felt like a chain binding her to a past she was desperate to escape.
• Mark stood by the window, his back to her, watching the street below. His mind was already working on the next step, calculating risks, mapping out their approach. They didn’t have the luxury of time. Every moment spent waiting could be a moment her father used to close in on them.
• “We need to find Maximiliano,” Mark said, his voice steady but tinged with a sharp edge. “Get him alone, find his weaknesses. We need to break him.”