One evening, as Alessandro was sparring with Isabella in the training room, she stopped abruptly, her expression serious. "We have a problem," she said, her voice low. Alessandro frowned, his heart sinking. "What is it?" he asked. "Salvatore knows about Clara," Isabella said. "He knows where she is." Alessandro's blood ran cold. "How?" he demanded. "We don't know," Isabella replied. "But we intercepted a communication between Salvatore and one of his men. He's sending a team to retrieve her." Alessandro's mind raced. He had to get to Clara, to protect her before Salvatore's men reached her. "We need to go now," Alessandro said, his voice filled with urgency. "We can't let them get to her." "It's too dangerous," Isabella said. "We don't know what we're walking into. It could be a trap." "I don't care," Alessandro said, his voice fierce. "I'm not going to let them hurt her. I'm going." Isabella hesitated, her expression softening. She knew she couldn't stop him. His love for Clara was too strong. "Alright," she said. "But we're going together. And we're going prepared." They gathered their weapons, their faces grim. They knew this could be a suicide mission, but they were willing to risk everything to protect Clara. As they prepared to leave, Isabella stopped Alessandro, her hand resting on his arm. "Alessandro," she said, her voice low, "there's something you need to know." Alessandro frowned, his heart sinking. "What is it?" he asked. "Salvatore didn't just send a team to retrieve Clara," Isabella said. "He sent someone else. Someone you know." Alessandro's mind raced. Who could Salvatore send that would be so significant? Someone he knew… "Who?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. Isabella hesitated, her eyes filled with regret. "Enzo," she said. "He's working for your father." Alessandro stared at her, his mind reeling. Enzo? The man who had saved his life? The man he had trusted? "No," Alessandro said, his voice filled with disbelief. "It can't be. He wouldn't." "I'm sorry," Isabella said. "But it's true. We have proof. He's been feeding Salvatore information about your whereabouts, about Clara." Alessandro felt a wave of betrayal wash over him, crushing him with its intensity. He had been so wrong about Enzo, so naive. "Why?" Alessandro asked, his voice filled with anguish. "Why would he do this?" "We don't know," Isabella replied. "But we need to be careful. He knows your strengths, your weaknesses. He knows how to get to you." Alessandro nodded, his mind racing. He had to be prepared, not just for Salvatore's men, but for Enzo. The man he had trusted had become his enemy. And he knew that this confrontation would be the most difficult, the most painful of all. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the battles ahead. He was ready to face Salvatore, to face the Shadow Wolves, to face Enzo. He was ready to do whatever it took to protect Clara, to reclaim his life. The hunt was on. And this time, it was personal.
