𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚
25 years old, a billionaire and Mafia Don. Everyone fears, admires and respects him.
𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬
20 years old and works in a bakery. Despite having a bad past, she is a really sweet and down-to-earth per...
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My head was spinning.
From the moment I saw that man's inked embodiment over his skin, I knew I was doomed to death.
My blurry gaze when up to Axel, who lended a glass of water towards me, his eyes glimmering in concern when I didn't make any movement to take the glass from his hold. My hands were trembling, my soul was trembling. How did he even managed find us after almost a month of being hidden?
"You are okay, please calm down." My bestfriend smoothed his hand down my back, quietly wrapping an arm around my waist and lifting me up on my feet again. My butt was aching from falling so hard on the ground infront of everyone. However, nor the negligible pain or the palpable embarrassment could drift my worry away from being caught. "What happened? Did you see someone?"
He knew. He knew I saw something related to him but didn't directly bring it up infront of our other two co-workers who seemed more puzzled than ever.
"I-I don't feel good." My hands shook uncontrollably, as he grasped them securely to stop them from wavering and stared at me in the eyes to figure out the alarming signals I was giving out. "Please, let's go."
"Zane, take her home. She seems pale." Aaliyah backed me up unknowingly, stepping forward with an encouraging smile. "I will cover up for you guys to Gabriel, go and take care of her."
Levi nodded and didn't waste a second to tug me out of the counter and outside the café. None of us bothered to say our goodbyes, even though there was a high possibility we weren't ever going meet them again. And as selfish as that sounds, they weren't in my concern list at this moment. My only concern for now was to inform Levi about that man and move quick.
My frantic gaze moved around our surroundings warily, stomach churning painfully upon noticing the absence of people. That man, he ran away the second our eyes met. He knew I saw his tattoo and he knew it was me who he was looking for.
"Sirena, what happe-"
"Elliott is here in France." The natural color of his face drained out at the confirmation, leaving behind a ghostly complexion. His lips opened apart to release a silent gasp, resembling the image of a dying fish. "A man with his crime organisation's signature tattoo entered the café. He was in disguise and saw me."
"Fuck, how did he.." Levi breathed out, looking around while running his fingers through his now messed up brown hair. He looked petrified. "How did he get here? We were so careful and-"
"That doesn't matter now, Lev, we have to get out of this country before the airports get blocked or closed down. I am still not sure if he is here, but his men are already and that is enough for us to get caught." He exhaled shakily and nodded, fastening his pace significantly and pulling me along with him. "We have to get to the hotel, fast."
