The letter sat on the table like a coiled snake, its words burned into everyone's minds:
*Did you really think it would end with Alejandro? You've made enemies of people far more dangerous than the cartel. People who don't forget. People who've been watching, waiting, planning. You took something precious. Now we take everything.*
*Sleep well, Marchetti. While you still can.*
*- The Collective*
"The Collective?" Gia read aloud. "What the fuck is that?"
"Check the cameras," Luca ordered, his voice dangerously quiet. "Every angle. Find out how this was delivered."
Gia was already moving, pulling up security footage on her laptop. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, pulling feed after feed. "Nothing. No one approached the building. No deliveries. No breaches. It's like the letter just... appeared."
"That's impossible," Maria said, but her hand had moved to her concealed weapon.
