Chapter 9 - The Final Chess Move
Lorenzo was standing by his desk, reviewing a shipment manifest, when the door swung open.
"We have a problem," Evelyn said, dropping a printed dossier onto his desk.
Lorenzo glanced down at the papers, his eyes scanning the detailed breakdown of Apex Global’s movements within seconds. A dark, dangerous shadow passed over his face. "They're trying to rebuild."
"They're trying to retaliate," Evelyn corrected. "And they think we're vulnerable because we've spent the last month consolidating our legitimate businesses."
"How many men do they have?" Lorenzo asked, his hand drifting toward his shoulder holster.
"Twenty operatives, heavily armed, crossing the border through a private airstrip in Wisconsin tonight at midnight," Evelyn replied smoothly. "They plan to hit our downtown logistics hub while we're attending the mayoral charity gala."
Lorenzo looked up at her, a mixture of fierce pride and cold calculation burning in his eyes. "And what do you propose we do? Call off the gala?"
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"No," Evelyn said, stepping closer to the desk. "We let them think we're walking right into their trap. We let them surround the logistics hub. And then, we spring ours."
For the next six hours, Evelyn and Lorenzo orchestrated a masterpiece of tactical counter-intelligence. They rerouted Moretti’s enforcers, set up surveillance traps across three city blocks, and ensured that the federal authorities were kept entirely in the dark while the underworld settled its own accounts.
