"Forty-seven buildings in one hour," Elena said, her voice tight with stress. "It's impossible."
"Nothing is impossible," Serena replied, studying the city map spread across the conference table. "But we're not thinking like Marcus."
"What do you mean?" Dante asked, coordinating with the bomb squads via radio.
"Marcus is petty, vindictive, and above all, personal." Serena traced patterns on the map with her finger. "He doesn't want to just hurt us—he wants to break us. Systematically."
"So?"
"So he's not going to bomb random buildings. He's going to target the ones that matter most to each of us." She looked up at the family heads. "Vincent, what's your most prized legitimate holding?"
"The Grand Milano hotel. It's been in my family for three generations."
"Dmitri?"
"My restaurant
