The next day, Isabella found herself seated in her father's study, the atmosphere heavy with tension. Dominic had not shown up for the meeting, a fact that had Don pacing the room, a deep frown etched across his face.
"Russo is relentless," Don began, spreading out a series of documents on the mahogany table. "We've intercepted his messages. He's fixated on you, Bella. He'll try anything to get you."
Isabella's eyes scanned the documents, her mind racing. "So, we need to draw him out," she suggested, leaning forward. "What if we set up a decoy?"
Don shook his head, his expression grim. "He's too smart for that. He has eyes everywhere. The moment he realizes it's a trap, we'll be in more danger than before."
"What about using his men against him?" Isabella proposed, her voice steady. "W
