The New Safe House
They moved at dawn.
No packing.
Just the clothes on their backs, a duffel of cash, weapons, and Elena.
Matteo drove fast through back roads.
Luca sat in the passenger seat with a rifle across his lap.
Nico was in the back with Elena, arm around her shoulders, keeping her steady.
The new place was deeper in the hills.
An old farmhouse Matteo’s crew had bought cash last year.
Stone walls. High fences. Cameras everywhere.
No neighbors for miles.
Elena stepped inside first.
The air smelled like pine and fresh paint.
Big open living room. Stone fireplace. Wide staircase.
A kitchen with a long table that looked made for more than eating.
Matteo locked the door behind them. Triple bolts.
Then he turned to her.
“Welcome home, princess. Again.”
She looked around
