CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY - ONE - THE SHADOWY FIGURE

By evening, Rebecca was a bundle of nerves. When Luca returned home, she couldn't hold back anymore. "What's going on, Luca?" she burst out. "I know you're hiding something from me." Luca's face darkened. "Rebecca, please. Not now." "No, I need to know," she insisted. "These red letters, the threats... and now I feel like I can't trust anyone, not even you." Luca's expression softened. He pulled her into his arms. "I'm sorry, amore. I'm trying to protect you." "By keeping me in the dark?" Rebecca pulled away, tears in her eyes. Luca sighed. "Matteo's made some progress. We think we know who the mole is." Rebecca gasped. "Who?" "We're not certain yet," Luca said carefully. "But we have a plan to find out." Meanwhile, across town, Matteo Russo was meeting with his contact in a dimly lit bar. The contact, a grizzled man named Viktor, leaned in close. "Your suspicions were right," Viktor mumbled. "There's a mole in Castelli's organization. Someone high up in his security." Matte