Vengeance — Lady

Elena stepped over him and walked out into the rain. She did not run. She did not smile. Vengeance, she knew, was not joy. It was a hollow thing—a meal you eat cold, alone, in the dark.

Elena placed a small velvet box on the green felt table. “Open it.” lady vengeance

The men around the table went for their guns. They found only empty holsters. Elena had paid their bodyguards triple what Carlo paid them. Loyalty, she had learned, was simply a price that hadn’t been met yet. Elena stepped over him and walked out into the rain