Luca's POV
Maya came back to the kitchen and put her phone on the table in front of me without a word.
I read Isabella's message twice.
She knew the address. She'd found us in under six hours, which meant she hadn't been watching Maya's building at all. She'd been watching me. Probably had a tracker on the car Marco arranged, or someone at the airport who'd followed us out of the city without us seeing them.
I'd underestimated her. Again.
"How bad is it?" Maya asked.
"She can't actually influence a family court judge. That's not how it works here." I set the phone down. "But she can make it look like you're in a compromised situation. You left your apartment at night with your daughter and went to the home of a man with organized crime connections. Without context, that looks bad."
