Chapter 44
The waiting was unbearable. Isabella had set her up in a comfortable room with a view of the city, but it felt like a gilded cage. She checked her phone obsessively, waiting for updates.
6:47 AM. Adrian's text: In position. Radio silence from here.
That was forty minutes ago. She hadn't heard anything since.
"They're fine," Isabella said, appearing in the doorway with fresh coffee. "Marco's men are the best. If anyone can take down Mikhail's compound, it's them."
"How can you be so calm?"
"Practice. I've been doing this for thirty years. You learn to separate the fear from the function." Isabella sat down across from her. "Tell me about Adrian. What's he like? My husband says he's smart, adaptable. But I want a woman's perspective."
She thought about it. "He's complicated
