Every great victory starts with a lie.
And this one had to be perfect.
I'd spent the last two days building it, word by word, move by move and a trail so convincing even the devil himself would follow it.
Massimo had gone quiet after Giulietta's death. Too quiet. And silence, in our world, was never surrender. It was a pause before blood.
So I decided to speak his language.
Fear. Greed. Power.
The first thing I did was activate a secure line through one of my men stationed in Naples. He had used that same route once to feed Massimo intel about the Sicilian ports about a year ago. This time, the information would be poison disguised as a gift.
I typed the message myself. Short. Sharp. Dangerous enough to sting but believable enough to make him hungry.
"Mira Romano wants out. Says she'll trade your enemy's location for her freedom."
It didn't take long for the response to come back.
