The Attack on Matteo’s Estate Begins

The night was thick with tension. A cold wind swept through the New Jersey countryside as Andrew, Dante, and their team stood outside Matteo’s heavily guarded estate, concealed in the shadows. The clock was ticking. Everything had been set in motion—the leaks, the internal sabotage, the bribes.

Now, it was time to strike.

Phase One: The Distraction

Inside the estate, Matteo sat in his office, sipping an espresso, a smirk playing at his lips. He had received word that an unidentified rival faction had been moving against him—someone had leaked information about his offshore accounts, causing unrest among his European allies.

It was exactly the kind of problem that required his full attention.

Good.

Because Matteo was about to make an example of whoever thought they could challenge him.

“Where’s Dante?” he asked, lighting a cigar.

His second-in-command, Alberto, frowned. “Said he was handling security.”

Matteo exhaled slowly. “Tell him I want to see him. Now.”