"Alessandro left his apartment, a sense of grim determination settling over him. He knew he had just made a powerful enemy, but he couldn't afford to second-guess himself. He had to focus on protecting Clara, on keeping her safe from his father's reach.He drove to the airport, his mind racing. He had to get to the cabin as quickly as possible. He had to see Clara, to hold her in his arms, to reassure himself that she was alright.As he waited for his private jet to be prepared, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. He scanned the crowd, his eyes searching for any familiar faces, any signs of danger.He saw nothing, but he knew they were out there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for him to make a mistake. He had to be careful, to stay one step ahead of them.Finally, the jet was ready. He boarded, his heart pounding in his chest. He was leaving the city, leaving behind his old life. He was heading into the unknown, into a world of danger and uncertainty.But he wasn't afraid. He was ready for anything. He had Clara to protect, and he would do whatever it took to keep her safe.As the jet soared into the sky, Alessandro looked out the window at the city below, a sense of sadness washing over him. He knew that he might never see this place again. He knew that he was leaving behind everything he had ever known.But he also knew that he was doing the right thing. He was protecting the woman he loved, and that was all that mattered."
