Matteo’s POV
We didn’t get caught.
That was the lie everyone would believe.
The truth was uglier, closer, and far more calculated.
The moment Serafina disappeared into Luca’s trap, every contingency Vittorio and I had buried under months of planning snapped into place. The escape had never depended on luck. Luck gets you killed.
Preparation keeps you breathing.
I watched the security feeds from a butchered tablet in a maintenance van three streets away, my fingers steady despite the pressure crushing my chest. The moment Luca’s men funneled inward, just as Vittorio predicted, the perimeter thinned.
Predictable arrogance.
“She’s clear,” Vittorio said calmly, eyes never leaving his own screen. “Thirty seconds.”
Gunfire erupted inside the building. A deliberate distraction. Not Seraf
