Chapter 4 - The Safehouse Behind the Alley
The black armored SUV raced through the wet streets of Paris, cutting through traffic with the authority of a ghost vehicle.
Clara sat in the back leather seat, shielding little Mia who had finally drifted off to sleep despite the chaos.
Dante sat across from her, his broad shoulders filling the dim interior as he stared intently at the tiny silver bracelet.
“Where did you and Gabriel hide after the Marseille fire?” Dante asked, breaking the long silence with quiet intensity.
“We didn't hide in France; we crossed the Atlantic and lived in small towns across upstate New York,” Clara answered quietly.
“Gabriel knew someone inside the syndicate leaked his location to the elders,” she added, her voice cracking with suppressed grief.
Dante’s hands curled into tight fists against his knees, the ink of his dark tattoos stretching across his skin.
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“Who leaked it?” Dante asked, the question hanging in the confined space like a loaded gun ready to fire.
“He never said a name, but he left a key and a ledger in a safety deposit box before he was killed,” Clara revealed.
