Chapter 108: The Night of the Final Battle

The air is heavy in Alessandro's office, charged with electricity and restrained tension.

I sit beside my husband, facing a table covered with documents, maps, and interrogation reports. The dim light casts sharp shadows on the faces of the men present. Matteo is there, impassive, his arms crossed over his chest. The faction leaders loyal to the Valentis listen in silence.

And then there's her.

Giulia Moretti, lounging casually in the chair across from me, a smug smile on her lips. She hasn't lost that icy arrogance, that posture that makes it seem like she's always above the game, even when she's playing with fire.

Alessandro speaks, his voice sharp as a blade.

"Moretti is in a weak position after his failed attack. Now's the time to strike."

A murmur of approval ripples through the room.

Alessandro leans over the map spread before us, tracing a line over one of the warehouses on the outskirts of the city.