"Isabella, I want you to meet your new bodyguard."My mother led me into her newly opened, extravagant casino.Standing before us was a man in his early thirties, tall, with sharp eyes and a Middle Eastern complexion."This is Elias Cohen," my mother introduced. "Ex-Mossad, now our family's head of security. He'll be in charge of your personal safety while you're in the States."Elias gave me a slight nod. "Ms. Rossi. It's an honor."His English had a faint Hebrew accent, his voice low and steady."Mom, do I really need a bodyguard?" I asked."Of course you do," she said, her expression serious. "That mad dog Dante is still obsessed with you. Who knows what he's capable of."For the next few days, Elias was my shadow. He was professional, keeping a respectful distance, but he was also a good conversationalist. I found myself enjoying our talks—the easy, equal exchange was something I had never experienced with Dante."You have a beautiful smile, Ms. Rossi," Elias said one evening, hand
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