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Intro. Everyone said Ravenna Syndicate was coming for me. Whispers slid through back rooms and cigar smoke—they’re sending someone, your time’s running out, watch your back. I pictured some scarred bastard. Thick neck. Dead eyes. A man who thought violence was a personality. That’s how it always is. Women don’t run empires. They decorate them. So when my intel said the Ravenna head would be at the Belladonna Gala, I didn’t bother tightening security. I just made sure my gun was clean.

Luca M

@Daisy