Chapter 13The night air was thick with tension as Luca, Emilia, and Marco retreated from the docks. The sound of gunfire had faded, but the weight of what they had done still clung to them. They had made their move, struck first. Now, the Vitales would retaliate.Luca kept his grip tight on the wheel as they sped through the empty streets, their two prisoners groaning in the backseat. Marco sat beside them, arms crossed, a pleased smirk tugging at his lips. Emilia sat shotgun, her body tense, her mind already working through the next steps.“We need a secure location to hold them,” she said finally. “Somewhere the Vitales won’t be able to track.”Luca’s jaw clenched. “I know a place. An old warehouse on the west side. It’s off the grid, no cameras, no traffic. We can keep them there until they talk.”Marco chuckled. “And if they don’t?”Luca glanced at him, his expression hard. “They will.”The drive was short, but the weight of the situation made every second stretch. The warehouse
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