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Lionetti territory.

My jaw clenched so hard it hurt.

“Get me every warehouse. Every property. Every shell company tied to Lionetti and his right hand.”

Jace nodded. “On it.”

I stood in the center of her basement.

Breathing slow.

Thinking.

They didn’t kill her.

That means leverage.

Which means time.

And time means I hunt.

I picked up my phone.

“Call the Philly unit,” I ordered into it. “Lock down every exit route heading south.”

I paused.

Then added quietly—

“You touched the wrong woman.”

And for the first time since arrivingat the bridge—

I wasn’t angry.

I was calm.

Because now?

This wasn’t a rescue.

This was a war.

7

Izzy

48 hours before

Izzy recognized the name before he reached the gate.

Lionetti.

He’d heard it years ago in back rooms where conversations dropped when certain men entered. A name tied to power. The kind that didn’t advertise itself.

He slowed for half a second.

Then the gates opened.