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 througna 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