Chapter 3 - THE WAITRESS AND THE WOLF
They retreated to a secure safehouse in the industrial district, a cold, steel-reinforced warehouse known only to Roman's most trusted inner circle. Claire's hands shook as she held a cup of black coffee, but her eyes were remarkably steady. She confessed the truth. She wasn't just a waitress; she was the estranged daughter of Vincent Moretti, the former boss Isabella’s family had slaughtered to seize power years ago. Claire had spent five years in hiding, infiltrating the restaurant to gather intel on Isabella’s sprawling syndicate. Roman paced the floor like a caged animal. The revelation shifted the entire board. Isabella wasn't just a gold-digging fiancée; she was the architect of a massive coup, aiming to absorb Roman's empire from the inside. "We have no army," Roman muttered, racking the slide of his pistol. "Half my men are dead or bought." Claire stood up, setting her cup down with a sharp clink. "You don't need an army. You just need to cut the head off the snake."
