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Chapter 17: The Shadow Between Us

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**Stefano’s POV**

The club's bass vibrated through the walls so loudly I felt it in my chest even before I opened the door. I had one foot on the ground, the other still in the car, when my phone started buzzing in my pocket.

Luca.

I answered immediately. “Yes.”

“Boss,” he said, his voice tight. “Mrs. Bernado is trying to leave the house.”

I stepped out of the car. “What?”

"Yes, boss. She’s at the gate; she told the guards she needed some air."

A muscle in my jaw twitched. “Where is she going?”

“I don’t know yet.”

I stood there, phone pressed tight to my ear. My mind raced through every possible disaster, every stupid way this could blow up in my face.

“Let her go,” I finally said. “But follow her; she must not see you. Don’t lose her, Luca. I need to find out who she’s meeting with. It’s obvious it’s something she doesn’t want me to know.”

“Understood, Boss.”

The line went dead.

“Elena, what the hell are you doing?” I stared at the screen, my thumb hovering over the call button.

I sh
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