Geneva was a city of wealth, power, and secrets. Beneath the pristine streets and shimmering lakes, deals were brokered in the shadows dirty money exchanged, alliances formed, and blood spilled in silence.
Dominic and Alyssa walked side by side, blending effortlessly into the crowd near the financial district. To the outside world, they looked like any other pair of professionals navigating the bustling city.
But behind the calm exterior, they were anything but.
Marcus's voice crackled through their concealed earpieces. "Petrov just entered the safe house. He's not alone."
Alyssa didn't break stride, but her pulse quickened. Of course, he wouldn't be alone.
Dominic adjusted his cuff, the subtle movement masking his quick glance toward the alley across the street. Two armed men lingered near the entrance a security detail that confirmed their suspicions. Petrov wasn't here for casual business.
"Plan stays the same," Dominic murmured.
Alyssa smirked. "Until it doesn't."
Dominic shot her a look half amusement, half exasperation. He was used to control, to calculated moves, to outcomes he could predict. Alyssa? She thrived in chaos, and it was intoxicating.
Their window was tight. Petrov wouldn't stay long, and they needed intel before he disappeared back into Volkov's web.
Dominic glanced at her one last time. "Ready?"
Alyssa's lips curled into a wicked smile.
"Always."
The hunt had officially begun.