Chapter 181 Fighting a superior

The air in Ronda was thick with tension, a palpable unease that clung to the cobblestone streets like a shroud. Andre, his face etched with worry, paced restlessly in his office, a map of Ronda sprawled across the table. Mariama sat opposite him, her eyes sharp and alert, a hand resting on the heavy, ornate pistol tucked into her waistband. "He's making his move," Andre said, his voice tight with frustration. "Don Vallejo isn't playing games anymore. He's going for the kill." Mariama nodded, her gaze fixed on the map. "He's been testing us for weeks, probing our weaknesses. Now he's decided to strike." "He's hit our warehouse in the north," Andre said, his voice laced with anger. "They took everything, even the new shipment." "And the men?" Mariama asked, her voice betraying no emotion. "They're gone," Andre said, his voice strained. "Lost. Probably dead." Mariama's lips tightened. "We need to retaliate. We can't let him think he can push us around." "I know," Andre said, his vo