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THE PARTY

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The Monte Verde Construction headquarters stood in São Paulo's South Zone — a glass-and-steel building that rose like an accusing finger against the night sky. Lara Monteiro looked at the illuminated facade and felt her stomach tighten.

The place was too imposing, too cold. The smell of money and ambition that emanated from the glass doors made her want to turn back to the taxi and run.

But Rafael was beside her, his hand gripping her arm hard enough to leave marks.

"Smile." He whispered, his t

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THE NEW THREAT
The penthouse was silent when Roman Kael woke. The first light of dawn crept through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the marble floors in shades of amber and rose. He lay still for a moment, listening to the rhythm of his own breathing, feeling the dull ache in his shoulder where César's bullet had torn through flesh and muscle.He had been discharged from the hospital three days ago. The doctors had ordered him to rest for at least two weeks. He had given them one.Roman pushed himself up, ignoring the sharp protest from his shoulder, and swung his legs over the side of the bed. The penthouse felt empty without Lara. She had stayed with him for two nights after his discharge, sleeping in the guest room, cooking meals he barely touched, watching him with those dark eyes that seemed to see straight through his armor. But yesterday, she had gone back to her apartment. To Mia. To Rafael.The thought of her under the same roof as that man made his blood boil. But he had no claim on
CHAPTER 40 — THE AFTERMATH
The hospital room was bathed in the pale light of dawn when Roman Kael finally allowed himself to close his eyes. The pain in his shoulder had dulled to a persistent ache, a reminder of the bullet that had almost ended his life. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the weight in his chest—the knowledge that César was only a piece of a much larger puzzle.Lara was still there, asleep in the chair beside his bed, her head tilted back, her breathing soft and even. She had refused to leave, refused to go home, refused to rest. She had stayed by his side through the night, her presence a quiet anchor in the storm.Roman watched her sleep, his eyes tracing the lines of her face. The dark circles under her eyes. The slight furrow between her brows. The way her lips parted slightly with each breath. She was exhausted, but she had stayed.Why? The question burned in his mind. He had given her every reason to walk away. He had used her, manipulated her, dragged her into a world of viol
THE WOUNDED
The evening light streamed through the hospital window like an invitation to rest, but Roman Kael couldn't close his eyes. The pain in his shoulder pulsed in steady waves — a constant reminder of the bullet that had nearly killed him.He sat up in bed, his eyes fixed on the window, his mind far from that sterile white room. The city spread beyond the glass, its lights beginning to flicker to life. He watched them, but he didn't see them. He saw César's face. He saw the gun. He saw his own blood spreading across the forest floor.The door opened, and Lara entered with light steps, holding a cup of coffee. She was different — her hair loose, her face tired, but her eyes shining with a determination Roman recognized.The coffee was still warm. She'd gone to the cafeteria herself, ignoring the nurses' protests. She set it on the bedside table with a soft clink."You should be resting." She said, her voice gentle but firm."I can't." Roman's voice was rough, scraped raw. "The pain won't le
THE ATTACK
A noite estava escura quando os homens de Roman Kael se reuniram na base do Clã da Noite — um armazém abandonado na Zona Norte. O ar cheirava a pólvora e nervosismo. Roman estava diante de seus homens — vinte e cinco no total, os melhores que o clã tinha a oferecer. Cada um deles sabia que talvez não voltassem.O armazém estava frio. A única luz vinha de uma lâmpada pendurada no teto, projetando longas sombras no chão de concreto. Os homens checavam suas armas, seus movimentos precisos e eficientes.Roman olhou para cada rosto — Ciro, o jovem executor que sobrevivera à emboscada. Gaspar, o veterano que vira mais guerras do que podia contar. Outros cujos nomes ele conhecia, cujas vidas estavam em suas mãos.Vera estava ao lado dele, com o tablet na mão, os olhos percorrendo o mapa da propriedade de César pela última vez. Sua voz era baixa e pausada."As coordenadas estão confirmadas", disse ela. "César tem vinte homens no perímetro. Mais cinco na casa principal. Não há rotas de fuga al
THE FINAL PROOF
Roman Kael's penthouse office was immersed in twilight when Vera entered, the tablet in her hand, her eyes gleaming with an intensity Roman recognized. She had discovered something. Something big."Sir." She placed the tablet on the desk, the screen glowing with a map. "I found César."Roman felt his heart race. He picked up the tablet and examined the map, his fingers tracing the coordinates."Where?""An isolated estate in the North Zone. About two hundred hectares of dense forest." Vera swiped the screen, revealing satellite images. "He's been using it as a base of operations since the casino attack. Reinforced security, cameras at every access point, and at least twenty armed men on the perimeter."Roman studied the images, memorizing every detail — every entrance, every possible weak point. The estate was well-defended, but not impenetrable."How did you find this?""João's sister." Vera said, her voice neutral. "The mother and sister of the man who died in the casino attack. The
A RETALIAÇÃO
Roman Kael estava sentado no escritório, os olhos fixos no tablet, quando o telefone tocou. O som cortou o silêncio como uma faca. Ele atendeu na segunda chamada, os dedos já tensos.— “Senhor.” — A voz de Vera foi mais grave do que o normal. — "Domício foi atacado. Emboscada na Zona Norte."Roman sentiu o sangue gelar. Domício. O veterano que havia se ajoelhado e jurado lealdade. O homem que estava tentando se redimir.— "Ele está vivo?"— "Está, mas gravemente ferido. Levaram ele para o hospital." — Vera fez uma pausa. — "Os médicos estão fazendo o possível, mas... não é bom, senhor."Roman se declarou, a cadeira rangendo. Ele não sentiu o corpo se mover, mas estava andando em direção à porta.— "Qual hospital?"— "Santa Luzia, na Zona Norte." — Vera disse. — "Estou enviando reforços. Mas, senhor, há algo mais."— "Diga."— "Os homens de César deixaram um recado." — Vera fez uma pausa. — "Eles disseram que isso é só o começo. Que o senhor vai perder todos os seus aliados."Roman sen

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