The Hunter, Hunted.

Sophia didn't believe in waiting for death to come knocking.

Victor Moretti had made his move.

Now, it was her turn.

She didn't bother crying over Amira.

Tears wouldn't bring her back.

But revenge?

Revenge would send a message.

Striking Back

The first thing Sophia did was hit Victor where it hurt.

She knew he controlled a luxury hotel chain in Monaco—a front for his drug trade.

With Khalid's help, she hacked into his financial network, leaking evidence of his money laundering.

By the next morning, Interpol was raiding his operations.

Victor lost millions.

And Sophia didn't stop there.

She sent a clear message.

A gift box arrived at one of Victor's clubs in Milan.

Inside was a severed hand—belonging to one of his top enforcers.

Attached was a note.

"You started this, Victor. I'll finish it."

Victor's Counterattack

Sophia's victory didn't last long.

The very next night, her security team was ambushed.

Five of her men were found dead in an abandoned warehouse.

Their bodies were mutilated—a warning from Victor.

Sophia clenched her fists.

This was a game of who would break first.

And she had no intention of losing.

A Dangerous Alliance

She needed a stronger ally.

Someone who hated Victor Moretti as much as she did.

That's when she called Adrik Volkov.

Nina Volkov's older brother.

A Russian arms dealer with a personal grudge against Victor.

They met in a hidden bunker in Moscow.

Adrik's piercing gaze studied her. "You want Victor Moretti dead?"

Sophia didn't hesitate. "I want his empire burned to the ground."

Adrik smirked. "Then let's get to work."

This wasn't just a fight anymore.

This was all-out war.

And only one of them would survive.

In the cold, dimly lit bunker in Moscow, Sophia sat across from Adrik Volkov, the man known as The Butcher of St. Petersburg.

He had built his empire with blood, betrayal, and bullets.

And now, he was offering his hand.

"Victor Moretti thinks he's untouchable," Adrik mused, twirling a blade between his fingers. "He's wrong."

Sophia leaned forward, her gaze unwavering. "I don't need him shaken—I need him gone."

Adrik smirked. "Then we do this my way."

The air was thick with tension.

She was making a deal with a man more dangerous than any enemy she had ever faced.

But to kill a monster, sometimes you had to make a deal with the devil.

Victor's Hidden Weakness

Victor Moretti was careful.

Paranoid.

He surrounded himself with bodyguards, moved constantly, and never used the same safe house twice.

But Adrik knew something Sophia didn't.

Victor had a weakness.

A woman.

Chiara Romano.

A high-society art dealer in Venice. His lover. His obsession.

And the only person he let his guard down for.

Adrik tapped a cigarette against the table. "We use her to lure him out."

Sophia's lips curled. "How do we get to her?"

Adrik chuckled. "We don't."

He leaned in. "You do."

The Seduction of Chiara

Sophia arrived in Venice disguised as a wealthy buyer.

At a private art exhibition, she spotted Chiara—elegant, confident, and completely unaware that she was being hunted.

Sophia played the game well.

She bought a rare Picasso for an outrageous price.

She charmed Chiara with her knowledge of art.

Then she made her move.

"Would you care for a private drink?" Sophia whispered, brushing a strand of Chiara's hair behind her ear.

Chiara smiled. "I'd love to."

That night, Sophia led her into a world she wouldn't escape from.

They spent hours together, drinking, laughing, seducing.

By sunrise, Chiara was completely under Sophia's spell.

And she had no idea she had just betrayed Victor Moretti.

The Trap is Set

One week later, Sophia sent Victor a message—from Chiara's phone.

"I need to see you. Come alone."

Victor, blinded by love and rage, took the bait.

He arrived at Chiara's luxurious villa in Venice.

But the moment he stepped inside—

Gunfire erupted.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Victor's bodyguards fell in seconds.

Adrik's men stormed the house, guns blazing.

Victor tried to run—but Sophia was waiting.

She stepped forward, a pistol in her hand.

"Game over, Victor."

Victor's face twisted with rage. "You think killing me will end this?"

Sophia smiled coldly. "No. But it's a good start."

Then—

Bang!

A single shot to the head.

Victor Moretti, the feared Italian crime lord, was dead.

Sophia exhaled.

The war was over.

Or so she thought…

A New Shadow Emerges

The next night, Sophia received an anonymous call.

A deep, chilling voice spoke:

"You made a mistake."

Sophia frowned. "Who is this?"

Silence.

Then—

"Victor wasn't the real enemy."

Sophia's blood ran cold.

She had won the battle.

But a greater war was coming.

And this time, the enemy was someone she never saw coming.

 A Call from the Unknown

Sophia paced her suite in Dubai, the city lights glittering below. The call from the unknown number had rattled her.

"You made a mistake," the voice had said.

She had thought killing Victor Moretti would bring her peace, but instead, she had awakened something worse.

Her phone vibrated again.

Unknown Caller.

She hesitated—then answered.

"Who the hell are you?" she demanded.

A low chuckle echoed through the line. "The one who was really in charge."

Sophia's grip tightened around her glass of whiskey. "Victor Moretti was the boss."

The voice was calm, almost amused. "Victor was a pawn. You just removed my biggest headache. And for that, I should thank you."

Sophia felt a chill.

"What do you want?"

A pause.

"To finish what Victor started."

The call cut off.

Sophia stared at the phone, her pulse racing.

Who was this? And why did it feel like she had just stepped into a much bigger game?

A New Threat

Sophia had Khalid trace the call, but it led nowhere. Encrypted. Untraceable.

Whoever this was, they were smart. Powerful.

Then came the first attack.

Sophia was leaving her penthouse when a black SUV sped toward her.

Her instincts screamed. She lunged aside just as the vehicle slammed into her car, exploding in flames.

BOOM!

The impact threw her backward. Gunfire erupted.

Her guards returned fire, but the attackers were already gone.

A warning.

Someone wanted her dead.

And this time, it wasn't Victor Moretti's people.

An Unexpected Ally

She needed information.

And there was only one person in the underworld who knew everything:

Dmitri Kirov.

A ghost.

A man who dealt in secrets and blood.

She found him in a hidden club in Istanbul, sipping vodka like the world didn't exist.

Dmitri smiled as she approached. "The infamous Sophia. What brings you to my little kingdom?"

She sat across from him. "I need a name."

Dmitri swirled his drink. "Names cost a fortune."

Sophia slid a thick envelope across the table. "Then consider this a down payment."

Dmitri chuckled.

Then he leaned in.

"The man you seek… is someone even I fear."

Sophia's heart pounded. "Who?"

Dmitri's voice was barely a whisper.

"Lorenzo De Luca."

Her breath caught.

She knew that name.

Everyone in the underworld did.

Lorenzo wasn't just powerful—he was untouchable.

And now, he wanted her dead.

A Battle for Survival

Sophia wasn't one to run.

If Lorenzo De Luca wanted war, then war he would get.

She flew back to Dubai and called a meeting with Khalid, Adrik, and her most trusted men.

"We need to strike first," she said, her voice cold.

Khalid frowned. "This isn't Victor. De Luca owns politicians, military generals, and entire governments."

Adrik smirked. "Then we take away what he values most."

Sophia's gaze darkened.

If Lorenzo De Luca thought he could end her…

He was about to learn the hard way—she was just getting started.

 A War in the Making

Sophia wasn't going to wait for Lorenzo De Luca to make the first move.

If he wanted her dead, she would force him into the light.

The first step? Taking away something he couldn't ignore.

"We hit his money."

She sat at the head of the meeting table in Khalid's Dubai estate, surrounded by her closest allies—Khalid, Adrik, and her most trusted enforcers.

Adrik smirked. "That's a bold move, love. The man has money buried in places we can't even begin to imagine."

Sophia leaned back, her red lips curling into a dangerous smile.

"Then let's start digging."

Cracking the Vault

Lorenzo's vast fortune was spread across multiple countries, hidden behind shell companies, offshore accounts, and underground banking networks.

But Sophia had a weapon he didn't expect—Khalid's elite team of cyber-hackers.

For weeks, they worked in the shadows, infiltrating private ledgers, hacking Swiss banks, and rerouting millions before Lorenzo even noticed.

Then, they attacked his most crucial financial hub—his illegal gold smuggling operation in South Africa.

Sophia didn't just steal his money.

She burned his empire to the ground.

The First Blow

Lorenzo De Luca sat in his private villa in Sicily, a glass of red wine in his hand when he got the news.

"We lost seventy million overnight."

His fingers tightened around the glass. "Who?"

His advisor hesitated. "Sophia."

CRASH!

The wine glass shattered against the wall.

For years, Lorenzo had been the unquestioned king of the underworld.

Now, a woman—a former nobody—had just declared war on him.

Lorenzo smiled.

"Then it's time to remind her who the real predator is."

A Deadly Warning

Sophia knew retaliation was coming.

So when she walked into her penthouse in Dubai and saw a dead body tied to a chair in the living room, she wasn't surprised.

It was one of her men—his throat slit, his eyes still open in terror.

Pinned to his chest was a handwritten note.

"You took my gold. Now, I take your blood."

Sophia exhaled slowly.

The war had begun.

And she was ready.