Carlo’s Counterattack

The streets of New York never slept. But tonight, they pulsed with something different. Tension. Uncertainty. Bloodlust.

Carlo De Luca had spent years in the shadows of Matteo Russo, waiting for his chance to rise to power. And now, just as he was about to claim his empire, the Remingtons had robbed him blind.

His money was gone, his allies were turning against him, and his power was slipping through his fingers.

That meant only one thing.

Retaliation.

A Message in Blood

Evelyn Remington was sipping her evening bourbon when her phone buzzed.

She glanced at the screen. An anonymous number.

She answered without hesitation. “Speak.”

A distorted voice filtered through. “You made a mistake, Evelyn.”

Her grip on the glass tightened slightly. “I don’t make mistakes.”

A pause. Then—

“We left you something outside.”

Click.

Evelyn’s pulse remained steady, but something in her gut twisted.