Dangerous Game
The night was far from over, and the danger still lurked in the shadows. They had escaped the ambush, but the war was far from over. The calm after the storm was deafening, filled only with the sound of tires screeching on wet asphalt as Damian sped through the streets. Serena’s heart was still pounding in her chest, her mind racing with the violent images of what she had just witnessed. She had never imagined anything like this. This wasn’t a world she had ever known—until now. Damian drove with a cold, unwavering focus. His hands gripped the steering wheel with fierce determination, knuckles white from the pressure. He didn’t speak, didn’t acknowledge the pain that was beginning to flare in his shoulder. He was a man on a mission—nothing else mattered. Marcello sat in the back, silent
- Writer
