Lady Vengeance: ((link))

And in Veranti, where the rain never stopped and the neon bled, the word spread fast: Lady Vengeance had struck again.

“I already have,” she said, rising from the table. The other men sat frozen, unsure whether they were next. “The cameras saw nothing. The waitstaff saw nothing. And you, Carlo? You saw a ghost.” lady vengeance

He gagged, clawing at the table, his eyes bulging in terror. Within seconds, his limbs went rigid. He slumped back into the booth, a statue of flesh and bone, his eyes screaming in silence. And in Veranti, where the rain never stopped

"Who sent you?" Thorne spat, his voice trembling. " The Russians? The Triads? I can double whatever they’re paying." “The cameras saw nothing

Now, at twenty-seven, she walked into Carlo’s private poker game wearing a silk dress the color of dried blood and a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. She had spent two decades becoming the perfect weapon. Ballet for poise. Chemistry for precision. Psychology for the kill.

“Who invited her?” Carlo growled, cigar smoke curling around his jowls.