The Crimson Throne

ad been eerily quiet-too quiet. No retaliation. No word from Vito Salerno. But A

on the wooden table as she studied the map in front of her. Her crew w

ca muttered, leaning back in his chai

Enzo said. "Figuring

fted from the map. "Tha

ed-marked loca

of his supply chain-drugs, weapons, money. If we take it out

e're burning millions

a confirmed. "And le

d into a wicked g

-

Before

er, meticulously cleaning his sniper rifle. Enzo loaded his magazines, checking ea

ong men like these-killers, survivors. An

feeling the cool metal of

was no room f

-

house Ra

Adriana's skin. From their vantage point behind a stack of shipping

r earpiece. "Twelve outside. Exp

e do this clean. No noise

a rooftop, lined u

mark," he

ifted a h

guard instantly. Before his body hit the ground

the shadows like a phantom. She reached the nearest man, wrapping an arm around hi

door, quickly bypassing the se

n," he w

s and metal scaffolding. Workers moved about, com

er team. "Plant the c

toward the far end of the warehous

office, where she knew the rea

-

rous Di

h, and a safe in the corner. She forced i

very bribe, every deal, and every

ans. Cop

caught. This wa

as lev

nto her bag just as a v

t expect to see a la

-shouldered man stood in the door

s right-

ightened on

ice," she said

huckled.

let ripped through his knee, sending h

rward, kickin

alerno?" s

ing his bleeding leg. "

rrel of her gun agains

d, his cocky

u," he rasped. "Th

tomach clen

led through the earpiece. "We

he files and

-

bu

the warehouse floor, gunfi

, bullets ripping throug

na shouted, diving be

emies with brutal efficiency. Matteo ducked

d. "We either blow this p

they left now, Salerno wo

ad to cri

by Molotov cocktai

growled. "We make sur

otov toward a stac

he warehouse, sending flames

hots into a guard's chest be

the getaway vehicles, tires

painted the night in sh

e stolen files, her

longer abo

declarati