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The hospital room smelled of chemical antiseptic and rain. At 9:15 AM, while Lucien Moretti was still sipping espresso on a Sicilian terrace thousands of miles away, Serena signed the final medical discharge documents. / Chapter 13 / 20

Chapter 13 - The Midnight Raid

At 2:00 AM, the private club was enveloped in absolute silence.

The three capos sat finishing their drinks when the heavy oak doors of the back room blew inward with a deafening crash. There were no flashing police lights, no warning shouts. Just shadows moving with terrifying, military-grade precision.

Marco Vitelli stepped through the smoke, his weapon leveled dead at the center ringleader's chest. Behind him walked Lucien and Serena, her tailored overcoat sweeping the floor, Niko fast asleep in a baby carrier strapped securely to her chest.

"You... you bugged the club?" the lead capo stammered, his face turning the color of ash as he looked at Serena.

Serena stepped forward, her heels clicking rhythmically against the hardwood floor. She looked down at the trembling men with cold detachment.

"You thought you could plot a rebellion against the house while drinking my husband's scotch," Serena said softly. "You forgot the golden rule of the Moretti syndicate: systems can be monitored, and traitors can be erased."

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