She was not a myth.
He collapsed face-first onto the felt, scattering chips and cards. His last breath smelled of whiskey and fear. lady vengeance
Elara smiled, a cold, terrifying expression. "I emptied the chamber. I didn't come here for a shootout. I came here for a reckoning." She was not a myth
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. Elara smiled, a cold, terrifying expression
“You don’t remember me,” Elena said, tilting her head. “But I remember everything. The way you laughed after. The way you wiped your shoes on the rug. The way you told your men to leave the body for his daughter to find.”
Thorne’s face twisted. "You... you're ruining me."
The first guard didn’t even have time to reach for his holster. Elara’s kick caught him in the throat, collapsing his windpipe. The second guard, a massive man named Bruno, charged her. She side-stepped, using his momentum to send him crashing into a solid oak table. Before he could rise, she struck a pressure point in his neck, rendering him unconscious.