Santorini

The jet soared through the night sky, leaving the burning airstrip behind. Inside, the atmosphere remained tense. Victor was at the cockpit, communicating with the pilot, while Langston sat across from Mia and Alexander, gun still in hand.

Mia's hands trembled slightly as she rubbed her belly. The adrenaline from the escape had yet to fade. "Where are we going?" she asked softly.

Alexander, still alert, kept his gaze locked on Victor. "Do we have a safe house lined up?"

Victor nodded, glancing at his tablet. "Yes. A private villa in Santorini. Completely off the grid."

Mia blinked. "Santorini?"

Langston smirked. "You sound surprised. It's the last place anyone would expect you to hide."

Alexander nodded approvingly. "Good. We need time to regroup."

Mia tried to relax against the plush seat, but the tension in her muscles refused to ease. She turned to Alexander. "Do you think Marco's people will find us?"

His grip on her hand tightened. "Not if I have anything to do with it."

Langston leaned forward. "That was more than just a standard hit squad, Alexander. Someone knew exactly where we were going. We need to consider the possibility of a leak."

Victor scoffed. "The security detail was airtight."

Langston's expression darkened. "Clearly not airtight enough."

Mia frowned. "Are you saying someone close to us is working for Marco?"

Silence filled the cabin.

Alexander exhaled sharply. "It's possible."

Mia's stomach churned. The thought of a traitor among them sent a chill down her spine.

Langston stood and stretched. "Well, we'll have time to figure it out once we're settled. For now, we should all get some rest."

Mia nodded, though she knew sleep would be impossible. She leaned against Alexander, feeling his warmth, grounding herself in his presence.

As the jet continued its journey, she couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning. Marco's reach was longer than they had anticipated.

And if he had already found them once…

He would find them again.