The private jet cut through the night sky.Below them, the Mediterranean stretched endlessly beneath the moonlight.Inside the cabin, silence dominated.Not because nobody had anything to say.Because everyone was thinking about the same thing.Elena.Adrian.Sicily.And the trap waiting for them.Marco sat across from Antonio, staring at a tablet."I've reviewed everything three times."Antonio didn't look up."And?""I still hate this plan.""Good."Antonio replied."A healthy survival instinct."Marco sighed."Unfortunately, I travel with psychopaths."Salvatore chuckled softly.For the first time in hours, the tension eased.Only slightly.At the far end of the cabin, Aruna stood by the window.The dark ocean reflected in her eyes.She couldn't stop thinking about her mother.Every clue.Every message.Every sacrifice.Twenty years.Twenty years of running.Twenty years of hiding.Twenty years spent protecting a daughter she couldn't even hold.The thought hurt.More than she want
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