IsabellaThey lost the surveillance vehicles after twenty minutes of strategic navigation through Brooklyn's narrow streets, Dante moving them through back alleys and side streets with the practiced efficiency of someone who'd spent years knowing every escape route in every borough.They ended up in a diner on Atlantic Avenue, sliding into a corner booth with clear sightlines to all exits. Sofia took a separate table nearby, giving them privacy while staying close enough for safety.A tired waitress brought coffee without being asked. The diner smelled like bacon grease and burnt toast and felt, impossibly, like safety.Isabella wrapped both hands around her mug and waited.Dante hasn't spoken since Maria's message about Giovanni. Had moved them through the streets with precise efficiency, focused entirely on survival logistics. But now, sitting across from her in the grey morning light, with the immediate danger temporarily neutralized, she could see the cost of that control on his f
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