The moonlight poured through the massive glass windows of her villa as Isabella entered silently.
Her coat was still buttoned, expression unreadable.
Inside, the living room lights were dimmed. William sat in his usual chair, sipping espresso. Enry lounged on the side, playing with the German Shepherd's ears.
GG was already standing, arms crossed, sensing something big.
Isabella:
"I took the task."
All three looked up.
Isabella:
"Boston PD. Legal task force. Shadow work only. My terms. No contact with the Ferraris."
William (calmly):
"And you trust them?"
Isabella:
"I trust that they need me more than I need them."
She turned to GG.
Isabella:
"Prep for new logistics. I've bought a compound-one kilometer out. It's ours now."
Enry:
"You finally using that space?"
Isabella (nods):
"It'll be the base for the English side. I'm flying Thomas in from London. He'll run operations locally."
She walked over to the secured phone and dialed.
---
London-Midnight
Tommy answered without greeting.
Tommy:
"You never call unless it's war or whiskey. What's the play?"
Isabella:
"War. Pack up. You're coming to Boston. I've built something. Suits your style."
Tommy:
"English mafia in Boston? That's heresy, love."
Isabella:
"You'll like it. Black marble. Rage room. Custom Jag. Office's got your initials on it."
Tommy:
"I'm on the next jet."
---
One Week Later
The new compound stood like a fortress-gray stone, steel doors, slick lines. Inside: a shooting range, gym, boxing cages, weapon vaults, underground tunnels, and two executive offices - hers and Thomas's - separated by floors
Even the Dobermann had his own padded training zone.
In the main briefing room, Isabella sat at the head of the long table. GG to her right, Tommy to her left, Enry leaning on the back wall with arms crossed.
Isabella:
"We're splitting duties. I'm staying legal. Thomas, you run English ops. Keep them quiet. GG, you maintain Balkan control. Nothing touches this villa. Nothing touches that task force. Got it?"
Tommy:
"And if the task force asks questions?"
Isabella:
"They won't. And if they do... they get silence or fake files."
GG (smirking):
"We're gonna need another villa. This one's filling up fast."
Isabella (dryly):
"Already looking. Make sure it has a wine cellar."
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