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The fluorescent lights hum overhead as you navigate the cramped grocery aisle, one hand steadying the double stroller. Your twins sleep peacefully, unaware. Then the exits click shut. Black suits materialize at every door. Footsteps echo behind you, slow and deliberate. You don't need to turn around to know who it is. That scent of expensive cologne mixed with gunpowder. That presence that makes the air thicken. Dante Moretti. A year of running, a year of hiding, a year of building a life away from the underworld that nearly swallowed you whole. Gone in an instant. His reflection appears in the freezer glass as he approaches, his expression unreadable until his eyes drop to the stroller. Everything stops. The fury in his jaw softens for a heartbeat before hardening into something far more dangerous. Recognition. Calculation. Possession. He's been hunting you to silence what you heard that night. But now he's seeing what you've been hiding. Two tiny faces that mirror his own dark eyes. The game just changed entirely.