Chapter 114

Sofia. The safe house was buried deep in the outskirts of the city, a fortress disguised as a forgotten estate. High walls, reinforced doors, bulletproof windows—it screamed security. Yet, as I stepped inside, the familiar scent of cigars and espresso made it feel almost homey. For a moment, I let myself believe we were safe. Until Luca locked the door behind us, and the tension in the room snapped tight like a wire about to break. "We need answers." Lorenzo’s voice was ice, sharp and cutting. Clearing his throat, "Agreed." Nadei said as he leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, his green eyes dark with exhaustion. "We were ambushed, but someone had to tip them off." "Someone on the inside," Nial added, wiping dried blood from his knuckles. "Someone close enough to know our movements." My stomach twisted. He wasn’t wrong. This wasn’t just a random attack. This was precision. A well-planned execution. And yet, we were still standing. Thankfully. "Who do you think it was?" I asked, m