Chapter 13 - The Unseen WatcherBack at the Moretti estate, the afternoon sun cast long shadows across the manicured lawns. Lily was chasing a stray butterfly near the grand fountains, her one-eared rabbit clutched tightly under her arm, while two of Dominic’s most trusted bodyguards watched from a discreet distance.
From a black sedan parked half a mile down the private tree-lined drive, Marco Rossi adjusted his binoculars, his breath fogging the tinted window.
"Got eyes on the target," Marco muttered into a burner phone. "The kid is playing by the fountain. The security detail is light—only two men within fifty yards. It’s too easy."
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"Don't move in yet," Rossi's voice crackled through the speaker. "Verify the patrol routes. Dominic doesn't leave security to chance anymore. I want the kid taken cleanly, without a firefight, until we’re ready to send our message."
Marco cursed under his breath as a sleek black SUV turned the corner, slowly patrolling the perimeter road. He ducked low, cursing his impatience. He didn't know it, but high above on the second-floor balcony, a pair of cold, steel-gray eyes were already tracking the reflection of his binoculars in the glass.
