In a world where loyalty is a dangerous game, kylina finds herself torn between danger and desire. When a forbidden romance with D'Angelo, A mafia leader ignites, the line between love and survival blurs. As she pulls back, her breath heavy with ant...
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Leaving the police station with Gina, I felt a mix of relief and anxiety. "I'm really sorry about the flat tire, Gina," I said, glancing over at her. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen."
"It's okay, Kylina," she replied, giving me a reassuring smile. "Let's just get home."
After dropping Gina off, I hesitated for a moment, against my better judgment, before deciding to head back to my house to gather my things. I thought about staying with Gina until things blew over.
When I walked in, I froze. There he was, sitting on the couch, my stepdad, earlier than expected. The room felt suffocating, his presence filling it with an all-too-familiar tension.
"Where have you been?" he demanded, his eyes narrowing as he looked me up and down.
"Just out with Gina," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady, my heart pounding in my chest. I had to think fast.
"Don't lie to me," he snarled, standing up.
Fear surged through me, but I couldn't let him see it. "I just came to get a few things," I said, edging towards the stairs.
His gaze followed me, and I knew I had to act quickly. "I won't be long."
I hurried upstairs, my mind racing. I needed to grab what I could and get out, back to Gina's, where I might find some semblance of safety. As I stuffed essentials into a bag, I could hear him pacing below, each step heightening my urgency. I had to be smart, and I had to be quick.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. "Just a few more minutes," I whispered to myself, clutching the bag tightly. "You can do this, Kylina."
Just then, I heard him answer a phone call. His voice turned dangerously low, filled with rage. "She what? At the police station? Giving a statement?"
My heart stopped. I had no time. I threw my bag out the window, hearing it thud against the ground below. I started to climb out, but I was too late. The door crashed open, and he stormed in.
"You think you can run from me?" he roared, grabbing me by the hair and yanking me back inside. "You went to the cops?"
I barely had time to react before he slapped me hard across the face, sending me sprawling to the floor. He kicked me in the ribs, and I gasped, pain shooting through my body.
"You think you can betray me and get away with it?" he shouted, dragging me to the bathroom. He shoved my head into the sink and turned on the faucet, the icy water pouring over my face.
I struggled, choking as water filled my mouth and nose. "Stop! Please!" I tried to scream, but the water muffled my voice.
"You're gonna learn your place," he snarled, pulling my head up just long enough for me to gasp for air before shoving it back under the stream. The panic set in, my lungs burning, my vision dimming.
