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CHAPTER ELEVEN: THE MISSION
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Marco sat at the table, the metallic click of weapons filling the cramped room. The men around him worked in silence, their hands moving with the precision of soldiers preparing for a war they couldn’t afford to lose. Knives were sharpened, magazines loaded, rifles checked and re-checked.The scent of gun oil hung in the air, sharp and acrid, mingling with the sweat of anticipation. He was halfway through locking a magazine into his sidearm when the vibration of his phone cut through the silence. The men paused instinctively, glancing at him as though expecting the world to shift with that single signal.Marco snatched the phone, thumb sliding across the screen. It was from Alessa. He hadn’t seen or heard from her since their last time together. He couldn’t wait to hold her in her arms again and do so many unthinkable things to her while hearing her scream his name in that melodious voice of hers.He immediately cleared his throat to rid his mind of those thoughts and focus on his scr
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Sophia’s eyes fluttered open to the sound of a voice–a soft, coaxing tone that seemed to weave itself through the haze of her half-dreams. The room was dim, the curtains drawn to keep out the moonlight yet a faint glow still lingered from a candle burning low on the bedside table. Her chest rose with a shallow breath as she shifted, blinking until her gaze settled on the figure seated at her side. It was Isabelle. Her posture was regal even in stillness, her hands resting delicately on her lap, and her presence more imposing than the shadows. For a moment, Sophia felt the confusion of waking–caught between the familiarity of her mother’s face and the unease of her unexpected vigil. “You’re awake.” Isabelle murmured as her lips curved into something between a smile and a secret. “I was beginning to think you’d given up on us completely.”Sophia tried to answer but her throat felt tight, raw. A faint sound escaped her, nothing more than a whisper. Isabelle leaned closer, her perfume c
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The study smelled of old paper and tobacco, the kind of scent that settles into the grain of furniture and never quite leaves. Mr. Vittorio sat at the beach desk like a chess master with pieces tucked into pockets. He spoke in a low, precise voice, with tge kind of coded language that kept their family’s affairs intact for generations. “It’s nearly completed.” He told his lawyer. “Once the trusts are moved, the ledger is closed.” He paused, gave an instruction and then ended the call. He was beyond pleased with Alessa. She was doing well, very well and it made his chest swell with pride. She was indeed living true to the Vittorio name and he wanted nothing more than for things to continue with the way they were going.She was learning very fast and that said a lot already. He knew that she was almost ready. He just needed to continue observing and give Alessa more opportunities to prove herself. He had no doubt that she would exceed his expectations even.From the doorway, Isabelle w
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The night seemed to swallow their footsteps as they left the abandoned building. The lantern light behind them flickered out when the door swung shut and the silence that followed was almost too clean. As though the walls themselves had swallowed Roberto’s death without protest.Alessa walked a pace behind Isabelle with her face composed and her breath steady. She had learned quickly that the walls of the Vittorio empire had as many eyes as they did cracks. And to falter, to let her mind be read in her expression, would be as dangerous as stepping into an ambush.But she had noticed something. As Isabelle spoke in that lilting, effortless voice of hers–something about Roberto’s arrogance, about the lesson it served the others–Alessa’s gaze swept back towards the shadowed side of the building. Half-hidden by ivy but she had seen it: a doorway, smaller than the others, boarded hastily as though meant to be forgotten.The wood was old but not rotten. Which meant someone had tended to it,
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The night had grown heavier by the time Isabelle led Alessa through the gardens and out beyond the gates of the Vittorio estate. The air smelled of damp earth and jasmine though the beauty of it only sharpened the unease that pooled in Alessa’s stomach. She had seen this path before–not in full but in fragments when she had watched from a higher corridor as a few of the older nannies slipped out and vanished toward the edge of the property. Now, following Isabelle’s quiet, purposeful steps, Alessa knew where they had gone.The abandoned building loomed ahead, its windows gaping like hollow eyes with its brick walls cloaked in ivy and shadows. It had once been a guesthouse. Perhaps, a servants’ lodge but time had drained it of warmth. Isabelle pushed open the door with a hand that did not tremble and the hinges gave a groan of protest.Inside, lanterns burned low, their light flickering against cracked plaster and broken beams. A handful of men stood waiting, their faces hard and thei
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The mansion loomed in silence, its stone walls soaked with secrets and its corridors echoing with a kind of emptiness that seemed deliberate. As though the house itself wanted to keep its truths hidden. Alessa moved carefully through the servants’ passage.Her breath was steady but her pulse was racing. She had only just returned from her escapade with Marco and her whole body was tingling with excitement. She slipped back into the lion’s den before anyone could notice her absence. The risk of leaving had been enormous–but she had taken it anyway and it was totally worth it. But the risk of being caught outside was greater and she couldn’t afford to let that happen.She had the old maid to thank for it–the frail, bent woman with silver hair tucked into a simple bun and eyes that held the weight of decades. “You shouldn’t have left.” The maid had whispered when Alessa had appeared at the back gate, clothes damp with evening mist. Though her clothes were not the only things that were da
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