I follow Lorenzo down the hallway, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. We start descending a staircase, and every step feels like a countdown to disaster. This is way too f*****g easy. What if we run into Dante or his men? Or worse, the assholes who want me dead?
Before I even realize it, we reach the bottom floor, and Lorenzo grabs my wrist, pulling me through another endless hallway. Again…this damn place is so huge it’s actually ridiculous. How many f*****g wings does one mansion need?
We barely avoid a group of men patrolling up ahead, ducking into another hallway just in time. Lorenzo doesn’t slow down until we reach a door. He shoves it open, pulls me inside, and slams it shut behind us. He tries to lock it, but the damn thing is broken. Of course it is.
I take a deep breat
