BOOK 2
Trapped within the iron grip of the notorious Morroto family, Veronica Garcia's fate hangs precariously in the balance. Days bleed into nights in the suffocating darkness of her prison, where despair threatens to consume her spirit. Each pass...
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IT'SBEENA week since Pandora and I went to the club. A few days later, she returned to Germany.
I've heard from the others that they are one step closer to eliminating Gianna and Kai. While they are strong, they are not as powerful as I am. They still don't know that I am the mastermind behind their impending downfall, but they will soon discover the truth.
Roman and the team are still in the dark about what is really happening. They continue to search for Gianna and Kai, unaware of how close they are to being captured.
Shrugging off the thought, I finally get out of bed after lying there for an hour with my towel and freshly washed hair. I open the curtains and am greeted by a breathtaking sight: a blanket of sparkling white snow covering everything outside. It's stunning, with birds singing their cheerful songs and flying together through the crisp winter air.
A soft smile spreads across my face as I turn around and sit at my vanity. I pick up my hairdryer and begin drying my hair, feeling the warm air against my scalp. Once dry, I slowly straighten my hair, enjoying the calming, repetitive motion. Finally, I apply a few drops of vanilla-scented hair oil, working it through my hair and inhaling the sweet, comforting fragrance that fills the room.
Turning to the closet to find some appropriate winter clothes, I sift through my drawers and find my high-denier tights with a cozy, fluffy lining to keep me warm. Next, I pick out a simple black dress that falls just above my knees, a sleek black trench coat, and sturdy black winter boots. As I lay everything out on the bed, I realize I still need one more thing to complete my outfit.
Huffing in frustration, I rummage through my drawers and closet, but I can't find the item I'm looking for. Suddenly, I hear Roman's voice echoing down the hallway. Seeing a chance to ask for help, I quickly slip into my silk black dressing gown. The smooth fabric feels luxurious against my skin as I walk back into my room.
Taking a deep breath, I open the door that leads to the hallway and step out, hoping to catch Roman before he leaves.
"Hey, Roman?" I call out. He immediately puts his phone away in his pocket when he hears my voice. He nods at me, his eyes trailing up and down my body, taking in the sight of my silk black dressing gown and my legs on full display.
I fold my arms across my chest and raise an eyebrow, feeling a mix of amusement and impatience as I wait for his response.
I clear my throat, and a gentle smile spreads across my face. Roman's eyes quickly dart back to meet mine, his expression shifting from distracted to attentive.
"I need some help," I explain, nodding towards my room. Roman follows me in, his footsteps soft on the floor.
As he steps into the room, he carefully closes the door behind him, ensuring it latches quietly. I motion to the scattered clothes and the missing item I've been searching for, hoping he can lend a hand.
