The early morning light seeped through the windows of the safe house, casting a pale glow over the room as we gathered around a large table in the center. Ava was still asleep in the next room, and the calmness of her breathing was the only thing grounding me amidst the whirlwind of everything that had happened. William sat beside me, his injuries tended to by one of Lucas's men, though the pain was evident in the tightness of his jaw. But there was a fire in his eyes that hadn't dimmed—a fierce determination that matched my own.
Lucas spread a map across the table, his fingers tracing lines over key locations as he spoke. "Ferraro's empire is vast, but it's built on a delicate structure. His control depends on connections, on a network that's carefully constructed. If we take out his major resources—his financial lines, his allies—we can isolate him."
