already begun to quietly crack in subtle ways she didn't immediately recognize. For all the year
ver do anything to draw attention to herself or her son, Matteo. She enrolled him in a small, discreet private daycare and made sure to give them strict instruct
had started with something small; a man that always sat across the street every morning, pretending to read a newspaper as Isabella brought Matteo to the daycare. A
n and someone was already putting the pieces together and the mom
ryone watching him. In the mafia world, Lorenzo De Luca was not just a powerful man; h
Isab
unforg
ss-checked her movements and within hours, the ghost of Isabella Rom
ately as they needed to first figure out what she was hiding. They waited because they kn
g" was far more va
nsion and past emotions filled that room, another operatio
the daycare where Matteo attended. With no rush
as wrong as his small, fragile hands clutched a toy car, his attention fixe
iately because men like these didn't act reckle
miled at the
outine checks," he said smoothly, fla
r a mo
daycares management and that was when everything changed as thei
idling. Inside, one of the men glanced at his
en open because this was never just surveillanc
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