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focus on the drinks she was mixing. She had narrowly escaped a confrontation with Marco, who was growing increasingly suspicious of her every move. She couldn't afford to slip up

for a while." Izzy's anger softened slightly as she saw the genuine fear in his eyes. "Hide from what? What's going on?" Luca glanced around nervously. "It's complicated. There's been some...trouble with a few of Enzo's rivals. I got caught up in the middle of it." Izzy frowned, her mind racing. If Luca was involved in conflicts between rival factions, it could jeopardize everything she was working towards. "You need to stay out of this, Luca. Go back to Mom's place and lay low. I'll handle things here." Luca shook his head. "I can't go back there, Izzy. It's not safe. They'll find me." Izzy sighed, her frustration mounting. "Then stay here for now, but don't do anything stupid. I'll find a way to get you out of this mess." Luca nodded, his expression grateful. "Thanks, Izzy. I owe you one." Izzy watched him disappear into the crowd, her mind already formulating a plan. She needed to find out more about these rival factions and how they were connected to Enzo's operations. If she could gather enough information, she might be able to leverage it to protect Luca and further her mission. She returned to the bar, her mind racing with possibilities. The hours ticked by, and as the club began to empty, she saw Marco approaching. Her muscles tensed, but she forced a smile as he leaned against the bar. "You handled that situation with your brother well," Marco said, his tone begrudgingly complimentary. "Thanks," Izzy replied, keeping her voice neutral. "Just trying to keep the peace." Marco studied her for a moment before nodding. "Enzo's been watching you, Isabella. He's impressed with your work. Keep it up, and you might find yourself moving up in the world." Izzy's heart skipped a beat. This was the opening she needed. "I appreciate that, Marco. I'm just here to do my job and support the team." Marco's lips curled into a faint smile. "Good to hear. But remember, loyalty is everything in this business. Don't forget that." With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Izzy to ponder his words. Loyalty. It was a concept that had taken on a twisted meaning in this world. She was loyal to her mission, to her family's memory, but she had to play the part of a loyal soldier in Enzo's army to survive. As she cleaned up the bar, her thoughts drifted back to Luca. She needed to find a way to extract him from this dangerous game, but first, she had to uncover the identities of Enzo's rivals and their connections. She couldn't afford any more surprises. The next day, Izzy made her way to a quiet café on the outskirts of Brooklyn, a place where she knew she could meet her FBI contact without arousing suspicion. Agent Daniels was already there, seated in a corner booth, a newspaper spread out in front of him. He looked up as she approached, hi