Chapter 48
Deep inside the subterranean safehouse, Maya could not simply sit and wait. She knew Dante was physically unmatched, but he was walking into a killing field where he was outnumbered twenty to one. Looking at Matteo, who had slipped into a feverish sleep from blood loss, Maya pulled out Dante’s heavily encrypted tactical laptop. During her two years living with him, she had meticulously learned how to navigate his global intelligence network.
She couldn't call Matteo’s strike teams in America; they were an ocean away and would never arrive in time. She had to play a completely different card. Maya rapidly sifted through the digital files until she found the direct, classified communication channels for the Italian Anti-Mafia Investigation Directorate (DIA). Utilizing an anonymized proxy server, she transmitted Antoine’s exact GPS coordinates along with irrefutable, un-redacted ledgers proving the Corsican syndicate's massive money-laundering operations directly to the DIA commander’s personal inbox.
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"What are you doing, Maya?" Matteo wheezed, waking up to the sound of frantic typing.
"I am using the very legal system Dante used to despise to save his life," Maya answered, her brown eyes blazing with absolute determination. She vividly remembered how Dante had brilliantly weaponized federal law to crush the gang that had threatened Sweet Haven Bakery years ago. Today, she would employ the exact same tactic. The elite Italian special forces had been hunting Antoine for years; given a precise location and undeniable proof, they would descend with overwhelming, unstoppable force.
