The room still hummed with a heavy silence, the faint scent of cigar smoke lingering in the air. Elena stood by the window, her sharp silhouette framed against the city’s neon glow. The man who’d dared cross her family was slumped unconscious on the floor behind her, a quiet warning to anyone who might think twice. She adjusted the cuff of her sleek black suit, eyes narrowing slightly as the door clicked open. You.
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