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was a minor victory. Nonetheless, the sense of success was tinged with a lingering doubt. This arrangement was not solely

tiny but strategically significant. Their involvement with the city's ancient quarter provided them with access to the information I needed. Information that could shift the balance of power in my favour. "Sir

Dario Rossi had been testing my patience for weeks, undermining my operations and attempting to weaken my grip. This was an escalation that I could no

defiant, sparked something deep inside. A tap at the door interrupted my thoughts. It was Lorеnzo, my right-hand man. "Gabriеl, we need to chat. "There's more." "What now?" I enquired, annoyance creeping

ted. Keep a close eye on them. "I want to know everything they do," I ordered, my mind racing. The city was turning into a battleground, with too many fronts to defend. As Lorеnzo left, I became aware of the exten

control of the city, and the stakes were higher than ever before. Just as I was about to leave for a meeting with my advisors, the phone rang. It was a private line, known onl

hange everything. "Whеrе and whеn?" I asked, already calculating the hazards. "Midnight, at the old warehouse near the docks," she replied. "And Gabriеl, comе alonе." The line had died, and I was left staring

thing for certain: New Harbor's shadows were darker than ever, and navigating them would require every ounce of ingenuity and strength I possessed. With one final glance at the chart, I stepped out into the da

cobblestones. Each step conveyed a sense of impending danger. Elena Conti's call piqued my interest while also causing me to be cautious. She was a figure to be reckoned with,

cked windows. As I entered, she turned, her gaze steady and mysterious. "Gabriеl," she greeted, her voice hardly audible in the great expanse. I didn't waste any

res was concerning. "How much do you know?" Elena's response was measured. "Enough to know that they are planning something huge. They seek to weaken you and

shipment was hazardous, but it could turn the momentum in my favour. The warehouse around us seemed to be waiting for my decision. "I need details," I demanded, my voice steady despite the torrent of ideas t

sed behind me with finality, emphasising the weight of my decision. Outside, the night air was filled with uncertainty. I walked away, my mind already ra