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THE SAFE HOUSE

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BLOOD AND VOWS

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

THE SAFEHOUSE

“Some cages look like refuge until you realize the lock is on the inside.”

They didn’t argue about the safehouse. They didn’t have time. One of the guards had been compromised—Alessio caught him trying to disable the estate’s north perimeter camera feed just after midnight. A bullet to the knee and two broken ribs later, he confessed to leaking floor plans to Vitale’s courier ring. “You’re surrounded,” the man said through blood. “It’s just a matter of when.” So they packed bags—light, no electronics. They used an old exit route built under the wine cellar, a relic from a previous war, and drove three hours north without headlights, escorted only by two men in black Suburbans who never said a word. When they arrived, the house looked empty. Safe. Quiet. Which, in their world, meant danger just hadn’t caught up yet.

The place belonged to a Moretti cousin who’d gone “legit” years ago—Alessio didn’t trust him, but he trusted the paranoia
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