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Location: Montenegro – Ricci's Estate, Outer Wall
The boats arrived under a moonless sky.
No lights. No radio chatter. Only tension, tight as a drawn bowstring.
Nico, Domenico, Gianna, and Allegra led the teams up the cliffside—silent as ghosts. Isabella was the last to ascend, eyes fixed on the estate that had haunted her since her father's fall.
No alarms. No guards. Nothing.
Too quiet.
They breached the wall.
Inside the garden courtyard, statues stood like sentries. A fountain bled red—the water dyed for Ricci's sadistic sense of humor.
Then a voice echoed from the estate speakers:
"Welcome, Isabella."
"I've saved a room for you."
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Inside the Estate – Security Nerve Center
Ricci watched every screen. He'd lured them in. Let them come close.
Because this estate wasn't a house.
It was a trap.
Sensors. Hidden turrets. Kill zones. Panic rooms.
"They'll never make it past the atrium," he muttered.
But behind him, Costanzo stared at the monitors. At Isabella's face.
And the old question echoed in his mind again: When does power become a prison?
He opened a second channel on the comms.
And sent a silent message:
"East wing clear. South entrance unlocked. You have ten minutes."
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Inside the Estate – The Infiltration Begins
Gianna and Domenico took point through the eastern hall. Smoke grenades. Rapid fire. Close-quarters chaos.
Allegra led a second squad through the south corridor—finding Costanzo's unlocked door exactly where he said.
Nico stayed beside Isabella as they descended into the heart of the mansion.
She whispered, "We're not just ending a bloodline. We're ending an era."
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Ricci's Throne Room – Final Confrontation Begins
The double doors blasted open.
Isabella stepped through the smoke.
Ricci stood at the far end, wine in one hand, pistol in the other.
"Your father died on this floor," he said calmly. "Let's see if you finish the tradition."
Isabella leveled her gun. "That was then."
"This is legacy," he sneered. "You burn it all down—and what's left? Just another tyrant in velvet."
She stepped closer. "No," she said. "Just a woman who finally stopped flinching."
Gunfire tore through the room.
Domenico shot the lights.
Allegra flanked from the west.
Costanzo entered last—his gun trained not on Isabella.
But on Ricci.
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Final Moments
Ricci turned slowly.
"You."
Costanzo met his gaze.
"You made me a king. But you taught me nothing about honor."
Then he fired.
Twice.
Ricci staggered.
And fell.
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Silence.
Smoke cleared.
Isabella walked forward and stood over Ricci's body.
Nico took her hand. "It's done."
But she shook her head.
"No," she said.
"Now we rebuild."