Leila is nowhere in sight.The only sound is my own ragged breathing and the creak of his boots against the floor.
“Who are you? And where’s my friend?” I struggle to speak.
The man chuckles, taking another step forward.
“You can call me Jorge.And you're a pretty thing,aren't you? I can see why that bastard claimed you. I'm curious—how long is the leash he has you on,hmm? I don’t have your friend here.”
He chuckled.
“We left her”.
“What do you want?”
Jorge just laughs—low and bitter as he circles me like a shark closing in.
“I want REVENGE. He’s gonna watch you suffer.”
He's now standing directly in front of me, eyes flicking over my frame—not in a friendly way,not in a s****l way… he's sizing me up like an animal he'd like to put down.
“What revenge? Aiden has nothing to do with
