The Mafia Queen's Obsession gxg

Revenge Is A Dish Served Cold

Ayla took a deep breath. "We've just received word that the leader of the task force is planning a secret meeting tomorrow night. And guess who is also planning to show up?" she said, the smile on her lips tight with bitterness. "Selene Moretti herself."

She looked into the camera, a fire in her eyes. "Tomorrow night, Selene will be making her move, and I'm going to be there. But this time, it's not to cover her lies. This time, I'm going to expose her for the manipulator that she is."

Her fingers hovered over the screen, ready to send the message to her loyal followers. She had an audience now. People who trusted her to tell the truth, who would help her spread the word. She couldn't do this alone.

"You want the truth, people?" Ayla's voice hardened. "I'm going to give it to you. Selene's world of power, lies, and crime ends tonight."

Her message went live, and she quickly shared the broadcast link across every social media platform she could think of. She could already feel the pressure of the situation. The weight of what she was about to do—everything was at stake.

But this wasn't about Selene anymore. This was about Ayla. About taking back control. About doing what she felt was right.

She stared at the phone, her mind racing. The task force was coming. Selene was coming. But Ayla was ready for it. She would make sure Selene never manipulated her again.

Her fingers trembled as she ended the broadcast. It was time.

And Ayla Novak was going to make sure that Selene Moretti would never be able to hide again.

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The night was dark and thick with tension as Selene and her team approached the designated location. The tip from Marcus had led them to an industrial complex on the outskirts of the city, a perfect setting for a covert meeting, but also a perfect place for an ambush. Selene's instincts were sharp; every step felt like a calculated risk, but the adrenaline coursing through her veins kept her focused.

Caden was at the front, eyes scanning the perimeter, his hand resting lightly on the grip of his weapon. Nina followed closely behind, her eyes trained on the shadows, every inch of her body coiled like a spring. Behind them, Victor set up his tech, hacking into the building's security cameras, ensuring their movements went undetected. Amara was the last to enter, always silent, always observant. Her presence was like a shadow—unstoppable, deadly, and exacting.

"This is it," Selene whispered, her voice low and precise. "Caden, Nina—take your teams inside. Victor, we'll need comms up in a few minutes. Amara, stay close to me."

"Understood," Caden replied, his voice steady as always. "No mistakes tonight."

With that, the team moved into position. They were in enemy territory, and every second counted. The plan was simple: take out the leader of the task force and any of his men who were with him. But Selene knew it wouldn't be easy—there would be resistance, and that meant danger.

They approached the building from two separate entrances, Selene and Amara sticking together, while Caden and Nina led the charge into the deeper parts of the complex. The sound of their footsteps echoed off the cold concrete, a steady rhythm, as if their movements were one fluid action. Selene's mind was laser-focused, running through the steps in her head.

Get in, get the leader, get out.

A low signal from Victor came through her earpiece. "I've got eyes on the leader. He's with a small group of men in the conference room. Moving to intercept."

Selene's heart rate kicked up a notch. She could already feel the weight of the moment—the moment where everything she had planned for would unfold. And then, the sound of gunfire shattered the silence.