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Behind us, the rest of the convoy moved in perfect formation. My phone vibrated once, and Sean’s voice came through the secure line, calm and controlled despite the tension surrounding us.

“We’re ten minutes from the target,” he said. “Ronan has confirmed the drainage route is clear for interception. The perimeter teams are in place.”

I glanced at the map glowing faintly on the tablet. “Any movement from inside the warehouse?”

“Minimal,” Sean replied. “Either they don’t know we’re coming, or they’re waiting for us to make a mistake.”

I looked out at the dark horizon, where the docks began to appear through the rain. “They won’t get that chance.”

Sean was silent for a moment before answering. “Stay focused, Liam. We end this cleanly.”

The line went dead. I tightened my grip on my weapon and leaned back against the seat, feeling the weight of everything that had led us here. The convoy slowed as we approached the industrial district. Rusted shipping containers rose from the shadows like silent walls, and the smell of saltwater mixed with oil drifted through the air. Diggs pulled the vehicle to a stop behind a row of abandoned containers.

“We’re in position,” he said quietly.

I stepped out into the cold rain, the water soaking through my jacket almost instantly. Around me, men moved into their assigned places with disciplined silence, disappearing behind cover and taking positions along the perimeter.

Sean stood near the command vehicle, speaking into a radio while Ronan studied the warehouse through binoculars. The two of them looked nothing alike. Sean carried the authority of a man born to command, while Ronan carried the stillness of a man who saw every weakness before anyone else noticed it. Ronan lowered the binoculars and looked at me.

“The front entrance is lightly guarded,” he said. “The real resistance will be inside. They’re protecting the central floor and the rear escape route.”

I nodded once. “Then we’ll close both.”

Sean stepped toward me, his expression hard beneath the rain. “This is your call now,” he said. “Once we breach, there’s no turning back.”

I looked at the warehouse ahead, its dark windows hiding the men who believed they could protect Victor Hale and continue their business in the shadows.

I checked my weapon one final time and moved to the front of the assault team. The rain ran down my face as I took my place beside Diggs and Michael.

Behind me, the O’Connor men waited for my command. Ahead of me, the warehouse stood silent and unaware that its final night had already begun.

I raised my hand and prepared to bring the nightmare to an end.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Nora

Earlier that night, I’d stood in the doorway of Liam’s room and watched him prepare for the operation. He moved with the same calm precision I’d seen so many times before. He checked his weapon carefully, slid it into place, adjusted the dark jacket over his shoulders, and spoke quietly with Diggs and the other men gathered in the hallway.

To anyone else, he might have looked completely in control. But I knew him too well now. I could see the tension hidden beneath his calm movements, the sharp focus in his eyes, and the way his expression changed whenever Victor’s name was mentioned.

Liam was steady on the outside, but beneath that steadiness was a storm waiting for permission to break loose.

The thought made my chest ache. I knew where he was going. I knew why he had to go. Victor and the trafficking syndicate had destroyed too many lives already, and Liam would never allow them to continue.

I understood that. I understood it so deeply that I couldn’t ask him to stay. Still, understanding did nothing to ease the fear curling quietly inside me.

Liam finished speaking with Diggs and turned toward the room. The moment he saw me standing there, his expression softened.

“Nora,” he said gently. “You should be resting.”

I stepped closer to him. “I couldn’t stay in bed while you were leaving.”

He reached for my hand automatically, his fingers warm and familiar. “I’ll be careful,” he said.

I shook my head slowly. “This isn’t about being careful, Liam. I know what kind of operation this is. I know what you’re walking into.”

For a moment, neither of us spoke. The hallway behind him was filled with the quiet sounds of men preparing for war, but between us there was only silence and the weight of everything we couldn’t control.