A New Threat
Andrew sat in his penthouse study, his mind racing. The man they had captured at the docks was dead—Dante had made sure of that. But the last words the man had uttered still echoed in his head.
"The one Matteo trusted the most."
Andrew clenched his fists. Matteo Russo had never trusted anyone.
Except maybe one person.
And if that person was coming for them, it meant they were about to face a new level of danger.
The First Hit
It happened fast. Too fast.
Sophia had left the Remington estate that morning, heading to a charity event at a private Manhattan venue. Security had been tight. Armed guards. Encrypted communications. A locked-down guest list.
None of it mattered.
Because the assassin was already inside.
Sophia had just stepped into the venue when the first shot rang out.
The bullet barely missed her, embedding itself into the marble wall inches from her head.
People screamed. Chaos erupted.