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on it. She could hear him muttering under his breath, his movements deliberate and thorough. Just as she thought he might discover her, Marco straightened up and sighed heavily. "Ev

nside?" "I think so," Izzy replied, her mind already formulating a plan. "I'll figure out a way to get close enough to listen in. We need to know who these new players are and what they're planning." "Be careful, Izzy," Daniels cautioned. "Enzo's not someone to underestimate. If things go south..." "I know," Izzy interrupted, her voice firm. "I'll be careful. I won't risk blowing my cover." "Alright," Daniels said, his tone serious. "Keep me updated. And remember, we're here to support you." Ending the call, Izzy pocketed the burner phone and made her way back to the club's front entrance. She needed to maintain her routine, act as if nothing had changed. The night passed in a blur of mixing drinks, serving customers, and keeping a watchful eye on Enzo's movements. As the club began to wind down in the early hours of the morning, Izzy approached Marco at the bar. "Hey," she said casually, l