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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The moment I turned to run, Lorenzo's hand shot out and grabbed my arm with a vice-like grip.
His fingers dug into my skin so hard it felt like my bones might snap.
I yanked and twisted, trying to free myself, but his strength was overwhelming.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" he growled, pulling me back toward him with such force that I stumbled and nearly fell.
He spun me around, his knife flashing in the dim light as he brought it back to my throat.
"No, please," I blurted out, panic setting in as the cold blade pressed against my skin once again.
My breath hitched, my heart racing so fast I thought it might burst out of my chest.
"You're not leaving," he hissed, his voice dripping with menace. "You think you can just walk in here, pull something, and leave? You must think I'm an idiot."
"I didn't do anything!" I cried, my voice shaking as I tried to keep still.
The knife was so close, and every slight movement I made caused it to press harder against my throat.
"You really expect me to believe that?" he sneered, leaning in closer. I could feel his breath on my face, the smell of smoke and rage making my stomach churn.
He yanked me forward, dragging me away from the door and into the center of the room.
I tripped over my own feet, barely able to keep up with his rough movements.
"Let me go!" I shouted, my voice breaking as I struggled against his iron grip.
"You're not going anywhere," he said coldly, tightening his hold on me. His free hand grabbed my jaw, forcing me to look up at him.
His dark, cruel eyes burned into mine. "Now, tell me what the hell you did!"
"I didn't do anything," I stammered again, my voice barely a whisper.
His eyes narrowed, and I felt the sharp edge of the knife press even harder against my skin. "Liar," he spat.
My mind was racing, desperately searching for a way out. I couldn't die here. Not like this.
I needed to stay calm, but it was impossible with his grip so tight, the knife so close.
Then I remembered the blade Julian had given me.
My hand slowly inched toward my waistband, praying Lorenzo wouldn't notice.
"Stop squirming," he barked, his eyes narrowing as he dragged me closer.
My fingers finally found the knife. Wrapping my hand around the handle, I gripped it as tightly as I could.
"Last chance, little girl," Lorenzo growled. "What did you do?"
