MAFIA'S WRONG TARGET

29: CHASE IS ON

SYBIL'S POV

Moscow, russia,
08:23 am

Alaric brought my luggage from my apartment and arranged transportation back to my hometown.

His mother, a warm and comforting presence, offered a final hug and words of well wishes. "Have a safe journey, sweetheart," she said, her touch gentle and soothing.

The pang of missing my own mother intensified, remembering her words from our last phone call: she longed to see me. I composed myself, accepting his mother's graceful smile as she released me from the embrace.

Turning, I watched Alaric giving instructions to the men who would be driving me.

Yes what he did was wrong but I can't neglect the fact that my freedom today was due to him. He had done so much without asking for anything in return. Whoever he is, but he was genuine the entire time.

He caught me staring at him and walked to me but I never break the eye contact. He gave me a tight lip smile. "Ready?" He asked, his eyes spoke the thick emotions he was holding back.

I gave him a slight nod. "Thank you, for everything."

There was a lot yet nothing to say at the moment, he was looking at me without blinking.

A man helt the car's door open for me I turned to get inside but suddenly got pulled into a tight hug, his warmth a surprising comfort. I gasped, his heartbeat an non steady rhythm against my chest. "You've endured so much," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I hope life will be kinder to you now. Start over again."

With one last squeeze, he released me. I settled into the car, watching him as the door closed. His chest heavily rose and fell, a silent sigh escaping him as he slipped his hands into his pockets.

I was able to see him but he couldn't yet he raised his hand. "Goodbye, Ballerina." I read his lips.

I rested my back against the seat as the car started moving forward, I was looking outside the window, feeling a rush of emotions as I was finally free. After what felt like an eternity, I was being sent back to my hometown.

The two men in front of me sat in silence, their faces serious and focused on the road ahead. The car glided smoothly along the highway, and as we turned onto the main stretch, a strange sensation washed over me.

I noticed that all the lanes were blocked except for ours. It was as if time had come to a standstill, the world outside frozen in place. All the vehicles were lined up, their drivers waiting silently, no one dared to honk.

We glide through the most busy highway untouched. I leaned closer to the window, trying to take in the sights that were now so familiar yet distant.

As we passed the dancing classes where I used to coach everyday, a wave of warmth enveloped me. I could almost hear the laughter of children playing, their carefree spirits echoing in my mind.

Each landmark we passed tugged at my heartstrings, reminding me of the life I once had before everything changed. The vibrant colors of the city felt alive, contrasting sharply with the heavy silence inside the car.

But now, as we navigated through the silence of blocked lanes, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was different. The air felt charged, as if the city itself was holding its breath.

The stillness seemed to stir, pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked closely and noticed a bunch of cars suddenly surrounding us. My heart raced as they moved in closer, their intentions unclear but menacing. A black car exact beside us rolled down its window, and I instinctively leaned back, my pulse quickening.