(KRYSTAL'S POV)
My stomach twists so violently I feel sick. Everything inside me goes painfully, terrifyingly still.
They know.
They know there's a mole.
Holy shit, they fucking know!
My heart kicks up so hard it feels like it's trying to tear itself out of my chest. For a second, all I can think is I'm fucked. Completely, absolutely, spectacularly fucked.
But then I force myself to breathe.
Get it together, Bianca. You're trained for this. You can handle whatever comes at you. And no one suspects you now, so the last thing you're going to do is give them a reason to.
I swallow, lift my chin, and try to keep my voice steady.
"There's… a mole?" I say, looking around the room.
"Yes," Raffaele answers, his jaw tight. "Someone knew where we'd be that night. They knew we'd be unguarded. No men. No backup. Just the three of us at that restaurant."
"They wanted us defenseless," Angelo adds quietly.
