LOCATION: QUUENS-ISABELLA'S NEW BASE
The warehouse was quiet- too quiet. Isabella stood before a large map dotted with red marks, each one a Ricci holding. she didn't blink.
"this isn't about taking shots anymore," she said. "it's about collapse."
Nico nodded. "you want to bring the whole Ricci line down."
"No. I want to erase it. Every loyalist, every stronghold, every piece of history tied to his blood."
Gianna lit a cigarette, exhaled hard. "that's a war."
Isabella turned to her, voice cold and calm. "then let's start acting like it."
LOCATION: RICCI ESTATE- WAR ROOM
Ricci sat at the head of the table. Costanzo beside him, face bruised from the backlash of Isabella's recent hits.
"she's not a girl anymore." Ricci muttered. "she's fire."
"we strike harder." Costanzo growled. "we still have leverage."
Ricci's eyes narrowed. "use it. I want her cracked open, screaming. Break her from the inside."
LOCATION: BRONX-UNDERGROUND CLUB
That night, Isabella's ally, Ezra, was ambushed in a crowded club. he was one of her newest assets-an arms dealer with access to Ricci's old supply chain.
he never made it to the exit.
two bullets. clean. public.
A message.
LATER-SAFEHOUSE
Nico tossed the blood-stained jacket on the table. "Ezra's gone."
Giana slammed a chair into the wall. "they're baiting her. Pushing her to act without thinking."
":she never acts without thinking, "Nico said, voice tight.
They both turned as Isabella entered.
She said nothing, just picking up the jacket, stared at the blood...then nodded.
"Ricci wants war?" she said.
Her voice was quiet, lethal.
"Then bring me every name on his payroll. we're going hunting."
FINAL SCENE-NIGHTFALL, MANHATTAN ROOFTOP
Isabella stood in a sniper's nest above Ricci's casino.
Nico beside her.
"you sure you want to start with this?" he asked.
she looked down at Costanzo stepping into a limo.
"yes."
she raised the scope.
Breathed.
and fired.