Chapter 4 - THE SAFE HOUSE OF SHADOWS
The drive to the safe house was a blur of rain, speed, and suffocating silence. We ended up at a heavily fortified estate in the mountains, hours away from the city. The moment the steel gates locked behind us, I felt a terrible sense of finality. I was back in the cage I had fought so hard to escape.
Inside, the house was modern, cold, and vast. Nico, exhausted from the adrenaline, had fallen asleep in my arms. Damiano directed me to a master suite. After I tucked Nico into the massive, king-sized bed, I walked out to the balcony. Damiano was waiting for me in the living room, pouring two glasses of amber scotch.
"He sleeps like you," Damiano said quietly, handing me a glass. "Fists clenched. Ready to fight."
"He shouldn't have to fight," I replied, taking a burning swallow. "He's five."
Damiano stepped closer, his presence overwhelmingly male, smelling of rain, gunpowder, and expensive cologne. "The Vieri family found you, Sienna. They tracked your diner. If I hadn't been looking for the accountant who embezzled from me in that exact town, they would have killed you both today."
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The glass trembled in my hand. "How did they find me?"
"Someone inside my organization gave them your ghost alias," Damiano said, his eyes narrowing into cold slits. "Which means this isn't just a hit. It's a coup. And until I burn the traitor alive, neither of you are leaving my sight."
