CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND NINETY – THE RELENTLESS AMBUSH

The city bustled around her, oblivious to the drama unfolding in its midst. To the casual observer, Jasmine was just another face in the crowd. But as she made her way towards the promise of safety, she carried with her the weight of her past, the uncertainty of her future, and the unwavering determination to see justice done. The game was far from over. But for the first time in weeks, Jasmine felt like she might have a fighting chance. Jasmine's heart raced as she approached the small airfield Don Cesaro had mentioned. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the tarmac. She scanned the area, looking for any sign of the associates the Don had promised would be waiting for her. A sleek black car pulled up nearby, and Jasmine felt a surge of relief. Two men in dark suits stepped out, their eyes hidden behind sunglasses despite the fading light. "Ms. Delacroix?" one of them called out. "We're here on behalf of Don Cesaro." Jasmine nodded, taking a step forward. But somethin