Location: Boston – Isabella’s Office
The skyline of Boston glowed faintly behind the floor-to-ceiling windows of Isabella’s office. Her breath fogged the cold glass as she leaned against it, one gloved hand holding her untouched whiskey, the other clenched tightly against her chest.
The words on the now-deleted screen still echoed louder than any siren.
> “He lied to you in Italy.”
The room was silent, save for the distant hum of the city below and the soft pacing of her dogs outside the glass door. But inside — inside her — the chaos was deafening.
Her black-gloved fingers flexed around the glass.
> Lied to me how? About what?
She paced — slow, deliberate. Her boots echoed against the marble floor as she crossed toward the black tactical drawer and yanked it open. Files, photos, redacted reports.
Sinclair’s dossier.
Still sealed in its matte-black folder. Untouched since the night she broke protocol and let him live.
> You were a job. A target. But you…
Her mind betrayed her — replaying the scent of his skin, the feel of his hand on her lower back, the sound of his voice when he whispered her fake name like it meant something real.
She dragged her nails across the surface of her desk until they squealed against the lacquered wood. And then, finally, she sat — in that tall leather chair, surrounded by the dim blue light of Boston, and stared at her screen.
She opened a secure terminal.
> Terminal: // Retrieve mission file: Operation SIREN (Italy)
Lines of code scrolled. Her access was top-tier. No one would see this retrieval — not even the task force.
FILE UNLOCKED.
She tapped to the classified section.
And there it was.
> UNAUTHORISED COMMUNICATION DETECTED.
TARGET: SINCLAIR, MATTHEW THEODORE.
MESSAGE: RECEIVED 4 DAYS AFTER MISSION
STATUS: ENCRYPTED. UNOPENED.
Her heart stopped.
There was a message. From him.
She had never seen it. Never even knew it existed.
> Four days after I left… he tried to reach me?
She opened it.
But it wasn’t text.
It was a voice recording.
Shaky. Rough. Male.
> “I don’t know what they told you. I don’t know what you were ordered to do. But if you’re hearing this... then maybe you didn’t kill me. Maybe you hesitated. Just like I did.”
> “There’s a reason I was in Italy that night. And it wasn’t what your agency thinks. You're not the only one with secrets, Isabella.”
> “You were the mission too. For me.”
Silence.
Then the message ended. And auto-deleted.
She stared at the blank screen, jaw clenched, pulse roaring in her ears.
> He knew my real name.
> He knew all along.
She stood.
She needed answers. And if that meant flying back into the lion’s den, then so be it.
Because one thing was now certain.
Matthew Sinclair was not just a target.
He was a player.
And she had just stepped back into the game.
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MAFIA QUEEN
Short StoryAfter the 3 sentries she is born, the only girl in the family. But they are not the ordinary people they are famous Italian Mafia. THE FERRARI FAMILY But they lost her because of the work they are in and because of their reputation. ************...
