BellaI stood in the center of the war room, hands flat on the table. The lights above cast sharp shadows across the maps and files spread before me, while the reinforced windows kept the growing morning heat at bay.Everyone was here; Vasari, Leone, our own inner circle. Matteo stood near the wall with folded arms, quietly observing, while Marco leaned against the door, his expression hard. Enzo had excused himself, still too sore to sit through long meetings. I didn’t blame him.Aristide was beside me. Calm, lethal. But I could feel the charge just beneath his skin. We hadn’t talked about the explosion in depth yet, not outside the family. Not in front of the allies. That was about to change.“We know the bomb was intended for our car,” I said, my voice steady despite the knot twisting in my chest. “We believe the attempt was an inside job… someone either leaked our route or had eyes too close to our movements.” A murmur passed through the room. Tense. Controlled. “We’ve initiated f
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