Aria's heart pounded so hard it felt like it could break her ribs. Sebastian was standing there, calm, like he already knew every move she might make. The warehouse around them was a cage of shadows. Every crate, every beam of metal could hide danger. But she had to focus. She had to survive.
"Sebastian," she said, voice steady but sharp. "This ends tonight. Give me the files. End this."
He smiled, slow, dangerous. "End? Oh, Aria… you don't understand. This is only the beginning. You've played by my rules for too long."
Aria's fingers tightened around the gun. Every instinct told her to shoot. But something in Sebastian's eyes made her hesitate. He was not just a man, he was a storm. And storms could destroy everything in seconds.
Lorenzo appeared behind her, crouching low, ready to cover her. Marco stayed frozen, hands raised, unsure whether to run or fight. Aria gave him a small shake of her head, signaling him to stay close but silent.
