CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED AND TWENTY SIX – DON’T MESS WITH THE FAMILY

As the night wore on and plans were made, Jasmine found herself standing by the window, looking out at the city lights. Somewhere out there, Marco was fighting for his life in a hospital bed. Somewhere out there, their enemies were plotting their next move. "We're coming for you," she whispered, her hand pressed against the cool glass. "And when we find you, you'll wish you'd never messed with the Cesaro family." Jasmine and Antonio crouched behind a stack of rusty shipping containers, their eyes fixed on the dimly lit warehouse across the dockyard. The salty sea air nipped at their faces as they waited, the gentle lapping of waves against the pier the only sound breaking the tense silence. "Are you sure this is the right place?" Jasmine whispered, her breath visible in the cool night air. Antonio nodded, not taking his eyes off the warehouse. "Positive. Our source was clear about the location." Jasmine shifted uncomfortably, her legs cramping from maintaining the same position fo