Sabrina, the sweet, bubbly girl next door, never imagined being pulled into a world of danger. But meeting Julian, a captivating mafia member with a dark past, changes everything.
As she falls for him, she's torn between love and the dangerous secr...
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I paced near the door, every second feeling like an hour. "We need to go. Now," I said, my voice sharp, my fists clenched.
Matteo sat at the kitchen counter, staring at me like I was some wild animal about to snap. "Julian, eat something," he said firmly. "You're no good to her if you pass out on the way."
"I don't need food," I shot back, the anger bubbling under my skin. "I need to find Sabrina."
Matteo stood up, his face calm but his tone matching my intensity. "You won't find her by running yourself into the ground. Five minutes, Julian. Eat something, and then we'll go."
I cursed under my breath but yanked open the fridge, grabbing something just to shut him up.
I forced down a few bites of cold leftovers, my mind already racing through our next steps.
Val leaned against the counter, her voice soft but anxious. "What if...what if it's not Lorenzo? Are we sure he took her?"
I slammed the fork onto the counter, the sound echoing in the quiet kitchen. "It's him. I know it's him," I snapped.
"Julian," Matteo said, his tone edged with frustration. "We've checked his usual places. She wasn't there. If we don't find her soon—"
"We will find her," I interrupted, my voice like steel. "I know it was Lorenzo. I can feel it."
Matteo sighed but nodded. "Alright. Let's check the other warehouses. If she's not there, we'll regroup."
Without another word, I grabbed my jacket and stormed out, Matteo and Val following close behind.
We piled into the car, and Matteo started driving. The tension was suffocating, the air thick with unspoken fears.
This time, I wasn't going to let her slip through my fingers.
She was out there somewhere, waiting for me, and I wasn't going to stop until I brought her home.
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Pain was the first thing I felt when I opened my eyes. It was everywhere, in every part of me. Breathing hurt. Moving hurt. Everything hurt.
I didn't even know how long I'd been here anymore; the hours felt like days, and the days felt like they'd never end.
The room was still dark, and the ropes around my wrists burned every time I tried to move.
My head felt heavy, my lips cracked and dry, the taste of blood faint but still there.
I wanted to cry again, but what was the point? It wouldn't change anything.
For a second, I thought about giving up.
What was the point in fighting when it felt like there was nothing left?
My body was broken, and my mind felt like it wasn't far behind.
Maybe if I stopped fighting, it wouldn't hurt as much.
Maybe they'd stop hurting me.
Maybe this would all be over.
Tears slipped down my cheeks, and I couldn't stop them this time. I didn't even care if Lorenzo's men saw.
What could they do to me now that they hadn't already done?
I was so tired. So, so tired.
My body was screaming for me to let go, to just stop fighting and give in.
But I couldn't give up—not yet. Not while there was still a chance. Julian would find me.
I just had to hold on long enough for him to get here. He would come.
