Isabella drove through the winding roads, the city lights fading behind her as she approached the outskirts. The warehouse Russo was rumored to use was miles away from civilization, surrounded by dense trees and abandoned buildings. Her fingers drummed nervously against the steering wheel, the weight of her decision settling heavily on her shoulders. The moonlight barely illuminated the narrow path, casting eerie shadows that danced with every turn.
As she neared the warehouse, she parked her car a safe distance away, hidden behind a cluster of trees. She pulled out her binoculars, scanning the area. A group of men stood outside, engaged in what appeared to be a deal. Russo’s men were exchanging goods with another group, their faces partially obscured by the shadows. Isabella watched inte
