No More Mercy

Luca had spent years perfecting control. Restraint. Calculated moves that ensured his empire thrived while his enemies fell.

Tonight, there would be no control. No restraint.

Only destruction.

The plan was set before the sun had fully risen. DeLuca thought he had the upper hand, but Luca had one thing he didn't—people willing to die for him. The men DeLuca slaughtered at the warehouse weren't just soldiers. They were family. And family wasn't something Luca took lightly.

As the black SUVs rolled toward DeLuca's private club, Luca sat in the backseat, his gun resting on his knee. Across from him, Sofia loaded her weapon, her expression carved from steel.

"This is reckless," Henry muttered from the front. "We should plan."

"This is the plan," Luca said coolly.

Henry sighed but didn't argue. He knew better.

They pulled up in front of the club—a lavish, fortress-like building guarded by men in suits who thought they were untouchable.

Luca stepped out first.

The first guard barely had time to react before Luca's bullet tore through his skull.

Chaos erupted.

Gunfire rang through the night, bodies dropping as Luca's men moved like shadows, taking the club apart from the inside.

Sofia was at his side, fast and ruthless. A shot to the chest, a blade across the throat—every movement efficient, precise. She wasn't just fighting for survival. She was fighting for him.

They moved through the corridors, cutting down DeLuca's men until Luca reached the main office.

He kicked the door open, gun raised—

But DeLuca was already waiting.

Seated behind his desk, completely calm. A glass of whiskey in his hand.

Luca didn't lower his gun.

DeLuca smirked. "You're finally learning."

Luca stepped forward. "You made a mistake."

"Did I?" DeLuca swirled his drink. "You kill me, and my men won't stop. You think this ends with me?"

"No," Luca said simply. Then he pulled the trigger.

The bullet tore through DeLuca's forehead, the force snapping his head back before his body slumped lifelessly in the chair.

Sofia exhaled beside him. "That was satisfying."

Luca turned toward her. His voice was low, final.

"It's not over."

Because DeLuca might be dead.

But the war had only just begun.

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Next Chapter: The Aftermath – With DeLuca gone, Luca must face the consequences of his choices—and the enemies waiting in the shadows.