Amara devised a new plan, one darker and more personal than anything before.
"We're going to leak fake intel," she told Chiara. "Make it seem like we're smuggling weapons through Sardinia. Luca will bite. He always takes the bait."
"Then what?"
"We let him take the shipment. Then we burn it down with him watching."
Rocco raised a brow. "You planning to kill him?"
"No," she said. "I want him alive. I want him broken."
The fake shipment was loaded onto a freighter bound for Sardinia. Her informants did their job. Within hours, Luca's men intercepted it.
He thought he'd won.
But when the fire consumed the docks that night when millions of euros in fake weapons were reduced to ash then he realized he'd been played.
And Amara watched from afar, cold satisfaction in her eyes.