LOCATION: SAFEHOUSE- UNDERGROUND WAR ROOM.
Silence filled the room. The live feed of Domenico's capture replayed on loop. His face was battered, but his eyes-defiant.
Isabella stood still, arms folded, jaw tight. Nico watched her carefully.
"They want you to panic," he said.
She didn't blink, "They want to break me".
Gianna paced. "We don't even know where they're keeping him."
Isabella turned to her.
"We don't need to find him."
Nico raised an eyebrow. "Then what?"
"We find Costanzo's leverage-his weak spot. Everyone has one."
She tapped a file onto the table. "Gianna, get me his inner circle. Schedules. Mistresses. Bank routes.
Anyone he doesn't want touched."
"And when we find it?" Gianna asked.
Isabella's voice was ice. "We take it. And we show him exactly what fear feels like,"
48 HOURS LATER-MIDTOWN MANHATTAN
A Luxury penthouse exploded in fire and glass. A smuggling vault under Costanzo's name-gone. Two of his men? Dead. A third? Missing.
The message was clear: You touch one of ours, we destroy five of yours.
LOCATON: RIICI ESTATE-SAME NIGHT
Costanzo paced.
"They found my vault. My vault!"
His Lieutenant nodded grimly." And took Marquez."
"She's not supposed to know about Marquez." Costanzo muttered.
"Oh, she knows," the man said. "She sent us a gift."
He handed Costanzo a box. Inside: a single bullet...engraved with his name.
LOCATION: SECRET HOLDING FACILITY-UNKNOWN
Domenico, tied to the chair, lifted his head slowly as the guards left in a hurry.
From down the hall, the sounds of chaos echoed-gunfire, screams, metal hitting concrete.
Then a shadow stepped into the room.
Isabella.
Covered in blood. Calm.
"Get up." she said, cutting his ropes. "we're not done."
FINAL SCENE-ROOFTOP ABOVE RICCI'S WAREHOUSE
As the city smoked below, Isabella lit a cigarette, standing beside Domenico and Nico.
"We go to war," she said.
Nico looked at her. "No more strikes from the shadows?"
she exhaled.
"No more shadows. we're done hiding. we finish Ricci now."