POV: ENZO
Tuesday night came faster than Enzo expected.
He stood in the shadows of an abandoned warehouse in the industrial district, watching his team move into position with military precision.
Eight men. All vetted. All loyal to him and Isabella, not to Antonio.
This was it. Their first real move.
"Nervous?" Isabella appeared beside him, dressed in black tactical gear that somehow still looked elegant on her.
"Excited," Enzo corrected. "This is what we've been planning for. Proof that we can execute."
"The shipment arrives in fifteen minutes." Isabella checked her watch, a slim piece of platinum that caught the moonlight. "Viktor has the route. Rico has the intercept point. Milo has the vehicles ready for transport."
"And Alexei?"
"Expecting confirmation by dawn." Isabella's expression was satisfied. "Once we have the shipment secured, once we prove we can deliver, the Volkovs will see we're worth the investment."
