Early Morning - Isabella's Office
The sun hadn't risen yet, but Isabella was already in her chair, legs crossed, coffee laced with whiskey still untouched beside her. Her dogs, the Dobermann and the German Shepherd, were lying at the door like guardians of her silence.
She replayed her mother's voice in her head.
"Angela..."
That name didn't belong to her anymore.
Her phone vibrated.
Message from Tommy:
"Jet landed. Where do I report?"
She smirked slightly.
Of course, he didn't ask for directions - he wanted orders.
Isabella (texting):
"Compound. 9 a.m. sharp. I'll be waiting."
She stood, tossed the coffee, and finally left the office.
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Later That Morning - The Compound
The compound was alive. Operatives moved in silence. Routines were already forming. When Thomas entered, he walked like he'd always belonged - like the London air had simply followed him to Boston.
He found Isabella in the meeting room, black turtleneck, blazer, boots, hair up - the version of her that meant business, not mercy.
Thomas (grinning):
"Missed your warm welcome."
Isabella (without looking up):
"You're late by four minutes."
Thomas:
"Boston traffic. And you forgot I don't care."
She cracked a small smirk.
Isabella:
"Let's get to it. I joined the task force. Legal only. They don't know who I am."
Thomas:
"You trust them?"
Isabella:
"I don't trust anyone. That's why I have you."
She slid a file toward him - maps, names, access points, backdoors, blackmail tabs.
Isabella:
"You manage the English assets from here. If anyone steps out of line, you clean it up. You never speak to law enforcement. You never mention who runs you."
Thomas:
"And if the legal unit finds out you're not just some advisor?"
Isabella (coldly):
"Then they disappear."
GG entered the room, tossing another folder on the table.
GG:
"Got the second villa secured. Weston. Silent neighbors, long driveways, no aerial views."
Isabella:
"Good. Set up rotations. And move Emma and Hannah there, under new aliases. I want them on standby."
Thomas:
"Speaking of them... You sure you want emotional weapons walking around unsupervised?"
Isabella:
"They're not unsupervised. They're loyal. And more lethal than half the grown men we trained."
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Meanwhile - Police Station, Boston
Across town, a detective looked through a file marked "Closed: Isabella Ferrari - Deceased."
He tilted his head.
Detective Romanov (to himself):
"Then why are you on a traffic camera outside McDonald's last night?"
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